The Deed Of Death

My heart is black with death pulsing with pain and horrible deeds it makes me want it to cross over again, but when I feel the urge my visions fills with red and he calls my name. bringing people to hell is how he got his fame so I don’t trust a word that he says or I would be burning in flames. I look in the mirror don’t know what to expect then I see him reaching through he grabbed me by my neck where the mark I get through the deed of death he tries to pull me through i resist but then I remember what I just went through.