the feathery down pillow encompasses your head wrapping you in a blanket of false security and the mechanized mattress fills you into all of your orifices, it leaks a fatigued bliss defiling your mind with obscenities plaguing your damned and empty soul with guilt and your emaciated face contorts into vileness your forehead wrinkled into apprenhension your sunken and hollow eyelids closing filming your burning corneas with mere millimeters of flesh eyelashes lying seductively upon your cheek and the cavities which are your nose live.. breathing in the fetid air around you and your mouth twists into a fiendish maw, gaping wide your teeth mutating into hideousness the yellowed plaque shining, and the gums decaying the dried blood gives you a haunting appearance and your body quivers unconsciously.. as you begin the descent into hell and your whispered scream dies upon your lips begin your perspiration agony, and digress.. (sleep my darling boy) - the vortex consumes your mental faculties obscenely dragging you mercilessy to the eroding brink of insanity and down you continue, into the insipid aroma of hades the nothingness voraciously devouring your courage as it relentlessly drives the stake of fear through your sanity and you become your utter self in the void (no more lying darling boy) - and you've fallen into the searing fire of misanthropy.. everything is for sale in your sin, pick any of the seven.. and every sin is for sale in the supermarket of hell.. the slaves chisel mindlessly at the brimstone their shackles clanking and the crimson whip continually scaulding them and as they turn slowly towards you, you blink and gasp.. thinning hair spans across the top of their heads.. their ears have been pointed into impish spikes.. and the dreadful faces stare into your very being, unblinking.. sunken and hollowed eye sockets, with burning corneas bulging nostrils flaring hopelessly in the recession of oxygen cheekbones nearly emancipated from the cage of flesh and mouths shrivelled into emptiness yes, satan has left his mark upon the former antichrists of earth (pretentiousness becomes you not darling boy) - and at the supermarket once again, you fish into your pockets desperately.. horrified at the mere thought, you nonetheless need to.. yes, you have to purchase some delectable sin.. don't ostracize the wonders of sin! yes, purchase some sin today.. and buy some misanthropy for the price of your artificial happiness rid yourself of the ignorance, and come into your inherited realization.. stupidity has become the vice of your fellow man (blunder headlong into your mistakes, blame them on fate) violence has been for so long mankind's utter bane (thou shalt not kill, and thou hath committed hypocrisy) and the sickening blow of cathedral sized dysfunctional egos has put sickly kings on high, oh, how noble you are, your majesty! (does your excrement smell like roses?) fascism oppressing you in your `freedom', retaliate (heil hitler, heil the apocalyptic entity of totalitarianism) cheat, lie, deceive, all of these you have come to know quite fondly, quite fondly.. (wife? no, mistress? oh, my precious whore) (do you love me darling boy?) - perhaps some nihilism today, dear customer? yes, some nihilism for the price of your suicide? lay waste to all of your beliefs.. (perhaps some emptiness, dear child?) negate everything in your obscene hate.. (or might you like some nothingness?) destroy and create the political party of choice.. (yes, and we shall reason in circles, shan't we?) (shall we kill each other now darling boy?) - and upon the throne, so decorated with the priceless jewellry of evil in all of its immensity, and the whores of the devil gather seductively.. lush faces of deceit, the coiled and hissing snakes of the damned and bodies of inviting ripeness, reach out and touch the flesh.. (peel back the skin, and watch the flies feast upon the decay) (bones reeking of something long dead) (and a poison of the most succulent red courses through deceased veins) oh satan, how i love you dear.. may i be your consort, demon lord? oh, leviathan.. and the translucent emptiness of the devil reaches into your constricted chest.. fondling your heart with tenderness.. his etched and beautifully groomed fingernails probing viciously.. oh, yes! my dear evil, wrap your fist around my weakly beating heart! and his smoking eyes stare into your own, unblinking like the slaves.. as he carefully rips out your still beating heart (yes darling boy, you've sold yourself to the devil) (yes darling boy, you've bought yourself some sin) (yes darling boy, you've purchased some misanthropy and nihilism) (yes darling boy, you sold yourself to them) (and in your plight of emptiness, you scream unemotionally..) (the devil is in all of us)