The farther I fall the more these devilish Demons catch up to me. In the nights, full of fright and uncertainty I don’t know how long I can wait until they get to me.
They wait in the dark licking their lips to the scent of sweet terror.
I pray constantly. Asking heavens Angels above to cover over me. Somehow I know... I’m to far down the pit and a sinner nonetheless.
How can I be saved even when Gods grace looks to me so vile with no validity. Maybe I am damned for eternity and these demons are on my scent....
So I accept to be damned, but not to be hunted. Let them come and try try to take me. I dare you to follow my scent.