Dark Side Poem by Shastina McElmurry

The sounds that fill my room are more disturbing then a razor gliding across flesh. The sounds seem to be comming from hell because all i hear is screams from the deamons while they eat eachothers insides out. They dont harm me but them whisper to me 'he wants your soul.' I refuse the offers they keep trying to give me for im afraid i will die a saint. So i shut my eyes and close my ears and being to beg for mercy. The dark im awaiting in is causing me pain for im afraid they will cut open my body and eat my heart out. I take one sip of denial and i feel as tho i can longer tell the truth. I am now under his spell. I will be his puppet and he will try to make me bow down to him but i would rather burn in hell. Heavenly father take me away from this nightmare they have dragged me into or i will blow my brains out.