Deep down in the pit of black Burns bright the world’s evil, hellish souls held back. Ghouls of evil doings, Scars that mark their intentions. Lumps fester and boil Eyes filled with benediction. Hoping for a soul to stumble and fall, An innocent being yet to maul. Erode away their character, Robbing them of themselves To delight in the torment, blood-thirsty for the kill. When the blood bath is over, Still they are not satisfied. Insatiable spirits, In your pain they delight Not all that encounter these, Can avoid the fate nor escape it’s happenings. In such disguises it can be found. Never will you know what it is that deadens your mind. Senses aware, yet remains unseen. The pit and its evil, sucking all into its misdeeds.