If you have sinned on Earth.
I'll make you pay for it on Earth itself.
Hell's way too far and too vague for the eyes.

Anger
Frustration
Scared
Lonely
Afraid
Hatred
Loathing**
So with these thoughts fueling my actions,
I make the conscious decision to punish my body.
I feel as though I deserve this treatment.
I cut to scar my body.
I cut to release emotions I had no valve for.
I have no words or outlet for them yet.
I cut to make myself feel better; to alleviate those feelings of hatred.
Cutting is such an enigma for me.
I do it as a punishment, for being weak and "allowing" myself to be abused...
But at the same time, the feeling I get from doing it is strength.
I look at the cuts and think, *"Wow. I was able to endure that. I am strong."

In the depth of the devil, I dared ask for a pebble,
turning that into gold, I’ll accept a trading cold.
A gentle penance of love forbid, her selfless commit.
But by attrition she is destroyed, playing as the devil’s toy.  
Love she has, a different form, love she want’s long gone.

Brother.
You are a vampire.
Why do you lust for blood?

Brother.
They have found out now.
Your death is certain.

Detest that agony.
Writhe with rage.
You will be lynched,
And burned in the sun.

Brother.
You are a Vampire.
Royalty runs in your veins.

You lust for blood.
Like a peasant for coins.

Die now.
In royal vain.
You ended your world.

When you ****** the life,
Out of the child.
That boy.