OI! Who Took My Beer?, And Why Aren't I Thirsty Anymore?!

These shackles have begun to cut
Blood of her latest victim not dried yet
And you would put salt in my wounds
Just to hear me scream, I'd bet

The ground beneath is freezing
But 50 degrees warmer than your black soul
I know that I will die in this place
You might as well start digging the hole

Your slender form and perfect lips
Brought me here, so unknowing
Lies and tricks your lips have emit
You made your love seem so bestowing

The Devil herself enters the room
With the jar she puts her souls into
"Are you ready to die?" she asked.
I reply, "Ever since the day I loved you."