Paying For The Evil Poem by miss unknown

The little cut without pain
neither kills nor heals
so let hell master come down
and drag me through the evil i had done

the slowly bleeding hands burns
pays for the evil i had done

if it comes to choice
i would rather die
then choosing the golden chains
threatening to bind me and my existence

but even as i try to stand
the land slides away silently
i try to drink
but it dries instantaneously
i try to breath in
just to suffocate more each time

reaching the point
where my existence burns!