ladydeath

The skies will open to a crimson red as blood falls like rain. Flooding the streets and drowning the innocent. The heat is so sweltering it's as if your sitting on the corona of the sun. You cry out but a dry raspy gasp is all that exits your mouth. The vultures fly around waiting for your weak carcus to fall limp to the ground. To your horror you look and the maggots are gnawing at your rotting,decaying flesh. Finally you realize your not dreaming but this is indeed your own personal hell. A hell you created within your own demonic self. A hell you will endore through out all eternity. A hell in which nothing is really what it seems. Just an illusion of a mirror image of your true self. This is my hell and I rule it's thrown well as LADYDEATH!!!!!