Hell

It's dark
and it's cold,
I'm tired
and I'm weak.
I've traveled so far
I lost where I am,
This dirt road gets hotter by the moment
I just think I might be on my way to hell.
Voices have followed
Flashbacks begin to haunt me,
My heartbeat begins to slow
As if my heart is being gripped tightly.
I'm literally dying inside
This demon inside is overpowering,
Evil is coming
and my dearest friend, Death, is waiting.
I will not die fast and easy
No, it'll be slow and painful,
The dearest friend told me
He will cut long and slow.
he will be there breathing down my neck
He will lead me into the woods
and play those dirty demon jokes.
He will squeeze my heart until it bursts,
My dearest friend says he'll
Play tricks with my mind,
And while I'm dying slowly and painfully
He'll make all my fears and secrets
Come to life.
He will tear me, piece to piece
While dragging me down that dirt path,
To let me burn in hell.