Heart Of Hell Poem by The Martyrs Blood

Im walking through the black road
Everything is quiet and lifless
Just me, myself and I
Life has become some sort of absess

Im hearing voices in my head
Im hearing footsteps behind me
I turn around to try and focus
And a black heart is all I see

The heart is there
Yet does not beat
Its eyes are stapled shut
And it falls dead at my feet

My ears are pierced
With a high pitch scream
I face forward suddenly
And stare at the blood beam

The blood is screaming
Its whats been killing
The voices are back
Theyre telling me theres no point living

Satan stands before me
Explaining that Ive done
Saying Ive been naturally born
With the Heart of Hell