The Devil, My Sire

Why must this be it?
Why can't I be free?
Does hell just want to devour me?
The devil himself ready to greet.
Ready to burn me with his intensive heat.
The pain I felt, a fraction of this.
Skin itching with the fire of hell.
Skin bubbling and blistering as I yell.
Death would be sweet but I'm already in hell.
Lungs burning red hot with fire.
Long lives the devil, my sire.
He holds me tight, I feel so safe.
Even though I feel this burning hate.
The rage in me is fuelled by his fire.
Long lives this unholy sire.
Long lives my torture by his fire.
I will be damned for eternity with this liar.

A/N… Plz R&R, means a lot.