A Descent Into Madness

When the night falls still and the clock stands mute,

Where shadows crawl in dark pursuit,

A scream erupts—a sound unreal,

A nightmare born with death’s appeal.

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Her body twists like broken bone,

Her face, no longer her own.

The demon grins through shattered teeth,

A child lost in hell beneath.

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Her voice a rasp of hellfire’s breath,

A mockery of life and death.

"Come closer now, Father dear,

I’ve waited long for you to hear."

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The priest, he falters, faith undone,

His heart grows cold, the terror spun.

The room swells thick with rancid air,

As ancient eyes begin to stare.

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Her neck snaps back—a crack, a tear,

A silent scream, a whispered prayer.

Her skin peels back, her blood runs cold,

A sight too dark for eyes to hold.

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"Do you feel it? Can you see?"

The voice echoes, wild, and free.

"You thought you’d save her? Foolish man,

Her soul’s been mine since time began."

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The walls stretch thin with twisted cries,

The dead reach out from unseen skies.

Their fingers claw, their breath is near,

Each whisper burns, each word severe.

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The priest cries out, but no one hears,

His prayers are drowned in ancient fears.

The demon rises, eyes aglow,

With power no man should ever know.

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The air turns thick with molten screams,

Reality cracks, breaks at the seams.

The walls drip blood, the ground grows wet—

A horror none could e'er forget.

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The lights go black, the night turns foul,

And something stirs with a guttural howl.

Her bones snap back, her face distorts,

She grins with joy, her voice retorts:

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"You can’t escape; you never could,

I’m not from where the living stood.

Your God is weak, your prayers are dead,

Your faith is mine, your soul’s been fed."

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The priest recoils, his heart in shock,

As time itself begins to lock.

His mind breaks free, his sanity torn,

A nightmare from which no one’s reborn.

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The room implodes, the walls give way,

All sense of life begins to sway.

He feels his spirit ripped in two,

As shadows rise, as nightmares brew.

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The demon laughs, its hunger keen,

It feasts on every shattered scream.

"You think you fight? You think you win?

I live inside, beneath your skin."

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His breath escapes, his vision fades,

As darkness wraps in endless shades.

The house is still, the silence deep—

A grave where living things don’t sleep.

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But deep below, in walls of black,

A voice begins to call him back.

It whispers softly, just a breath—

"You thought you'd conquered life and death?"

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And in that house, where shadows grow,

Where demons wait and horrors flow,

The night will never see the dawn,

For evil here has never gone.

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So close your eyes, and rest your head,

But know that you are never dead.

In every breath, in every scream,

The demon waits within your dream.