Leader Of The Dead Poem by Heather Taylor

i am lost and alone inside my head;
silently escaping illusions of the dead.
demons are laughing while
angels are crying;
saddened by thoughts of
their next young dying.

decomposed flesh slowly
rotts away, it is reaching
out for me as i turn to walk away.
violent flames begin to slowly blaze

as i realize i've long been lost
in the middle of this deadly maze.
shadows drift enchantingly toward
the black moon, eagerly awaiting

the next sacrafice to be held at noon.
approaching you are sounds of wicked laughter.
they're coming to get you
and i'll see you soon after.

twisted smiles form upon
each and every face
as they begin sacrafices
of the human race.

all that is heard are
the ear peircing cries
as the next one suffers
and slowly dies.

bieng forced to watch
as the next one dies,
i see their horrid souls
and hear their pitiful lies.

created by evil
unwillingly by sin,
i've created my own
path by the
places i've been.

as my heart turns cold
and my eyes burn red,
i realize i've been chosen
as leader of the dead