Hellspit

As I open my doors to the bowels of hell
I hear the clanging of wicked church bells.
Looking across the lawn...blood, guts and corpses are all that I see.
nothing but the darkness could ever complete me.
I step off the porch right on to an eye, blood from the orb sprays up toward the sky.
Some got on my shoe
goddammit just got these brand new.
wading through blood just to get to the gate.
each step I take gives me more hate.
finally I get to the street and what do i meet. more corpses fingers hands and even bloody feet.
When I look up what do I see? A poor tortured soul comes flying at me
I step to the left to avoid getting hit.
Man I think this place is the shit.
Finally it hits and hits rather hard then the head from the corpse flies into a yard.
I think to myself how could all this be?
All this darkness, all this hatred all just for me.
This was my choice and I love all this shit.
Here deep down in hellspit.

This is a poem to explain the dark side of my soul tell me what you think please.