~Two Doors

Undead, walking a malign passage,
to tender destitution.
Hearing the crunch of crumbling bones,
beneath my wasting feet.
Demons chant, wanton loyalty,
to their diabolical maker.
Our father in sweet damnation,
driven by my unholy weakness.

Smiling coldly, wandering in blindness,
searching for the two doors.
Eventual harmony within hell's abyss
or a deceitful path;
to glowing fields of heaven's light.
I stumble blindly craving the warmth,
against my diseased broken feet.
His touch releases my vile, imperfect blood.

I am Eve, before the sampling of
forbidden fruit, creating sin.
Shadows caress my molested flesh
in profound excitement.
They reassure my twisted faith,
that I am near what I seek.
I whimper in lustful, perverse urgency,
as I grow hot from their caress.

I can hear the echo of my footsteps,
as I travel within this passage.
Traveling with my lovers of
loathsome, sensual ecstasy.
I will search in blindness till death
blesses me in its sinful glory.
I know I am worthy of Satan's love,
and fatherly guidance.

The door lays shrouded from my sight,
my eyes long ago decayed.
Enslaved by my sins, made in love,
for my father who warms my still soul.
Two doors lay somewhere in this passage,
and I will succeed or be forever damned in destitution.