Hell Within My soul

Cut my veins,
and watch blood boil,
sense the pain,
I've longed to toil.

Fresh cut veins,
blood running free,
releasing the devil,
subsided in me.

Rendered in me,
I feel the fire,
my veins submerge,
as my pressure soars higher.

My longing heart,
will never beat clean.
The best of its days,
have all been seen.

As my body drains,
away this Hell,
there is still a part,
of this story to tell.

My soul is now free,
free from tomorrow.
Now there is no pain,
but most of all sorrow.