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My Passion

Fire of the eternal pit,
So cause me to sweat out blood,
So sweet the smell of death,
Lingers about me,
My passion.


Howl of torture I hear,
During the small hours of the night,
My love is strong for you,
You are my deepest desire,
My passion.


Pain is what I live off of,
My black hole of a heart,
Is nothing without you?
The darkness it swallows,
The tortured souls,
My passion.


The remnants of the asylum,
Beat on the doors,
What blood curdling screams they seem to muster,
There strength is long since gone,
Joy is what satisfies my thirst,
My passion.


Eternity is what I ask for,
The dark lord desires nothing of me,
Life is not as rewarding as it seems,
The fires burn my tender flesh,
My eyes boil a brilliant blue,
The putrid smell of dirty blood,
Fills my aching nostrils,
My passion.


Love is so sweet as the torture I inflict,
No worries ever bother me,
I sit and lay here wondering,
Why was it I had done these cruel things,
Now as I lay I pay for my crimes,
Hell is my home now and your heart is mine,
My passion.