Hells Resort.

Acrid stench from swirling mists,
oppressed by your extreme vanity.
Unearthly souls invade your mind,
disfigured by your serpentine insanity.

Snapping spines without felt mercy,
arterial splatter that you guzzle and ingest.
Tempestuous signs longing to pulsate,
while deceit manages to shiver at best.

Avenging demons causing untold chaos,
awakening mortals squirm and contort.
Noxious gases ooze above rancid pools,
within the walls of hells hostile resort.

 

Written Oct 20, 2007