You pressed the cotton
upon my lip
Rested your hand
right on my hip.

The touch was soft
the meaning was not
The idea was there
but you forgot.

You let me live
and serve you well
To help souls enter
the gates of hell.

You sparred my life
not those I love
You left me below
while they're above.

You leave the room
to give me space
To give me time
to love your face.

Love it, I won't
and hate it, I will.
Give me time
to plan the kill.

What's your reason
to take my soul
Grind it up
and kill its whole.

The heart you brand
is not of good
I would cut it out
if I could.




Standing up
I walked around.
stepping lightly
on evil ground.

The dress you gave me
hugged my curves.
Giving it purpose
for what I serve

The black fire
licks into the room
Casting shadows
over my doom.

I cursed our savior
for forgetting his child.
But this from him
surely was mild.

The bars on my cell
click in the dark.
as I await my duties
from the evil shark.

My place here
is not of my choice...
I was given up...
without a voice.

I hear his boots
scrape the floor
And here he comes
right through my door.

"Get ready for work,"
He said with a smile.
"Damning souls,
is now your style."




I cursed his name
and what he stood for.
I was now the one
to create his gore.

The wind was dead
and the screaming loud.
The sky was red
without a cloud.

My flesh burned
as I walked by the rocks.
The people screamed
to be let out of their locks.

I wanted to free them
I really did.
But who am I kidding?
I'm just a kid.

A little no one
in this world of bad.
Holding tightly
to her Scottish plaid.

My duties were
to bring souls in.
Rip them of everything
heart, and skin.

Eyes watering
from the horrors I will cause.
For letting them take me
into the devils jaws.