Eternal Sorrow

Everything is loneliness,
I would rather make an offer
Of my pool of blood,
To enter the darkness,
To clear my fatal soul,
To still my thick, black heart
That never grew with cheer
But to remain a cold frost

Walking in the maze
Of the blazing pits of hell,
Have I ever felt so lost?
They entombed me with pity,
Sensing my soul damned
In endless sorrow,
Fallen and doomed,
Soon to be demonized

Struggling, cringing,
As I am suffering,
Slowly, torturously,
With no given mercy!
Rising with distressing screams
I remembered it was there
When I passed on in my own blood
To keep my distance from depression