Satanic poems :)

He who walks at night

They said this should feel something like fire
Burning in the devils choir
Their words only got me higher
A mistake I made
Not he
A film noir curtain
Suffocating me
I couldn't breathe
Hell has consumed me
I can feel the hot chains reeling me in
Grasping at my neck
I can't get enough
He controls me
He uses me
He makes me bleed
A liquid nector so sweet, so red
It fills my head,with such delight
HE who shall not be named
Only comes out at night
He fills many with fear
But I hold him dear to my heart.