from Hades

twisted beyond recognition

my mind silently screams

with all the evil precision

of my horrifying dreams-

running but not fast enough

the beast will surely catch up

stumbling on ground, too rough

him, following with a cup

to drain my life in

and sip at leasure

a single cut through my skin

will bring him unknown pleasure

but then I wake

and as it all fades

I tell myself that it was fake

but his laughter flows from Hades