Grave Matters

In the darkness where you put me

under the rotting stagnant water

of the old well I lie.

You have no idea what I feel

knowing what you did, stealing

first my innocence and then my life.

 I have turned my back on the calling light.

Embraced the darkness and the howling of demons.

Now I stand at the foot of your bed

dripping wet slime from my prison.

The wails of my mourning soul

endlessly will curse your dreams.

Never again a restful sleep will visit.

As you look into the eerie darkness

of your room the moonlight will 

frame my murdered body with

 a translucence a morbid halo of hate.

The dirt and mud slime falls from hair

It will be the only thing you shall see

before your sickened heart implodes.

And life will extinguish from your

perverted body then you too will be dead

And for my revenge I sold my soul to the

darkest demons of the night

And we await you.