Incomplete (poem)

there is so much more than what others see
another world within this reality
a place where most mortals choose not to tred
a place of unending dred
where only the most horrid of fanstacies comes true
this place is only for us sickend few
tainted and twisted is this place
breaking the rules of time and space
where angels are but devils in disguise
eager for you to believe thier lies
suffering is pleasure here
bringing to life your inner most fear
happiness is nothing more than an illusion
in this place of sadness, loss and confusion
and the most lustful of bliss
is locked inside of its sinful kiss