Crept Up From Behind

Fragrance of a day gone badly, How can this be as true as a sparrow’s song? Nothing good shall come of this bad and untaught day— Where hell shall fall and rise, like it has before... From the lack of good in a world gone bad, And what my life has not shown me Keeps me from that existence that I had loved to see.

A part of me that lives in a deep, Place that no one can see— Where demons and ghouls live As men with wine, and dance in song. How can they live with this style of mine, That tears away at me, In each day of passing?

Stolen hearts have come to my door, But nothing can be felt— Rather the darkness that Satan possessed. When God’s mighty hand hurled him from the castle mount, He fell to hell, where he now resides— And how can a mortal live like this, As Satan has for centuries past?