Oh, what a dwelling place for mischief! Uncertainty, a lair unfit for Christians Unholy ambience, I feel I have no out Listen closely, you can hear the demons growl My hair stands vertically A serpent slides towards me In tongues, I hear him speak "What do you fear the most? Is it demons, or is it ghosts? Mine is a blackened rose Hidden in beauty until it's exposed" Then, the floor collapsed beneath my feet Tumbling into this cobweb infested Subterranean gallery of Hell With aroma of carcass and death I cannot see inches from self But a torch, though distant, ignited Draws me closer to what I hope is aid Escape from the graves! Sequenced, the pyres rise revealing cloaked shades "Breathe life!" they chant as the dead reanimate Crypts open wide Mesmerized by malignant occurrence Ensnared in this nightmarish realm Attempts to flee lack much needed endurance It isn't much longer before I've become a rotter myself One with the damned I stand condemned Searching again For life's merit