Compliments of Hell

Angels shake the bars of this cage      
smoke swirls from my skin        
Again my soul has caught fire        
invisible burns caress my soul as if the fire is evidence that evil has loved me      
       
Scaring the skin in an exquisite satisfaction with the scarification     
See the sin its in the skin      
It won't come out        
It's a place so deep its hard work to  remove it      
Because to remove it would somehow remove what is me      
       
God warns that to loose ones soul is to be feared above all else but what if your soul was murdered and chopped up into bits and pieces sewn back together with ink for stitches      
Broken like Frankenstein      
Am I to be feared?