Supra Sinister

The smell of death roasted the cadaver.
Deception clouds the space, rather,
than clouding your mind, the deception
takes whole of your soul, a conception
is made amist your insides
and you slowly sink down, lies
are torn apart, the truth is ripped
never will a new thought be slipped
into thy mind, for if one could ever find
a recognition of peace, they could bind
it to their soul forever, seemingly told
that the demon inside you takes hold
of thyself for tearing apart a dream of
a man's hell, the desirable love
to destroy a heavenly place
beyond your idea of time, or space.