From the perspective of a darker mind

Here i stand upon this burnt black sand
stained as dark as my soul. I feel it trying
to swallow me whole. Under a pitch black sun,
and a dark night sky,so odd no moon to shine
its pale white light but then again a black sun
on a dark night is nice, it makes my blood boil,
my stained dark soul screams for blood,it yearns
for death it longs to see pain it longs for chaos, it
feeds on pain.

This black sun shining down give me the feeling
ii stand where demons abound, and with a
startling rush an army screaming we are out for
blood passes like flood. they run right past they did
not see me could it be possible,that they think of me
as there own, I shall not disappoint for tonight
streets will be stained and thee human race slain
all in the name of blood lust. After all has come and passed
here i stand alone again at last covered in blood soaked to
the bone with the blood of the bodies that lay strewn on the ground.

Once again under the black sun in the desert of black sand
alone i stand, except for the bodies on the ground but they say
nothing, do nothing, nothing but rot. I look more carefully and see
that it was not a feeling the desert tried to consume me the bodies slowly
sank into the crushing black, but as they went for breath i gasped.
I felt as i were about to drown, OH sweet death my release at last.
the feeling came and went and i started to walk, after awhile the
wet sloshiing sand felt hard as rock,looking up i saw that my path was blocked.

What strage barricade was this,it was a door a gate of sorts,
i'll look for the doorbell maybe i'll knock, or option three i'll just
kick it open and continue to walk, as i ran forward i saw a sign
welcome to hell heres your ticket admit one. Oh what joy what glee
sorrow for others, a joy for me.

Mr devil you i would like to meet just to find out one thing whose better for the job you now hold
you or me?

(NOT MINE BUT COMMENT IT BELONGS TO A FRIEND OF MINE)