Sarah's Hot Kiss

I used to know a life full of the simple and sweet,
before I married a rifle and slept in Hell's streets.
With cadavers for pillows, and razors for sheets,
to keep my soul in bondage, is why my heart beats.
Demons cast her essence into all I perceive,
I'm trapped in a horrid nightmare that I can never leave.
No sum of sex, drugs, and Rock'n'Roll
will ever fill up this unfillable hole.
I'm being drown in acid-rain on a black moonless night,
in an endless tunnel of pain, absent from the light.
My soul-mate murdered herself, maybe Hell's her reward.
If so, then I beg- "Jesus my Lord;
When I'm dead, let me fall into the abyss,
and burn forever in Sarah's hot kiss."