Petals

The petals are dead and rotting,
There's that old familiar smell,
full of life but also darkness, 
I know this place, this hell.
There is sulfur in the air and an asphyxiating gas,
I think I might pass out instead I think I'll laugh,
There's a demon in the corner he's come to steal my soul, 
I guess he doesn't know he can't steal what has been sold,
There are creatures all around me trying to strike up fear,
despite their endeavors they won't find terror here,
as I continue traveling I see someone at last,
He calls this place home, he thinks I wont get past,
but much to his despair I'm a soul that that he can't hold,
his intricate traps are lame, and this hell is kind of cold,
his demons aren't that frighting and he wasn't worth the fight,
I just keep going, there's a tunnel full of light,
The petals are dead and rotting,
There's that old familiar smell,
full of life but also darkness,
I know this place, this hell.