The Devils Hell

The tears I cry are made of blood,
when I cry with them, i flood,
the devils staring in my eyes,
he sees my thoughts and my cries.

Hes waiting for me to come to hell,
so i come with him and say farewell,
i take a knife and dig really deep,
my eyes are closing i drift to sleep.

When i wake up I'm not in the same place,
when i opened my eyes i saw the devils face.

I looked around, all i could see is red,
i couldn't believe it, i was really dead.

I guess this is it, this is the end,
i never even got to say goodbye to my best friend.

I wonder if anyone can hear my voice,
i guess all of this was my own choice.

I guess its all my fault, that I'm here,
I sit down in my blood, and cry one last tear.