On this, Hell's hot road

Your hands still hurt,
As though with fingers burnt.
And your body feels so cold.
The tears are few.
The scabs never new.
And the pain is never old.

You dance like a toad.
On this, Hell's hot road.
On to where you've never been.
Stop and sniff the water,
Your heart begins to falter.
It smells like soup, of blood and sin.

The sky has turned red.
Just like the preacher said.
Watch the clouds swirl and thunder.
Don't run from the rain!
It almost soothes the pain.
So the Dark won't drag you under.

The rocks below your feet,
All hot, cut into the meat.
So you crawl through the coals like magic.
Don't lose your way!
As you fight through the fray.
Lest you fall and die so tragic.

The day is grown dim
Your future more grim.
And darkness is all around you.
Taste blood on your lip,
So close to Death's grip.
What angels are lost and few.

Where have all the whispers gone?
Taunting voices of evil spawn.
Your Heaven is waiting for your soul.
Just give in to your fright,
As you crawl through the night.
Let drip your blood into the bowl.

Tear the scabs off your wrist,
Give the cuts a quick twist,
Once more the blood begins to run.
Paint your name in red,
As you lay dieing in your bed.
No more time for laughter or fun.

You will always, always, fear.
When you hold your life so dear.
The whispers you heard were mine!
Feel the edge of my knife,
Whilst I cut out your life,
Because tonight, my friend, I dine!