Beth

A darkness flashed before my eyes
And ears picked up on morbid cries
A pain no one should visualise
In purgatorys grip

Creatures with breath of putrid gas
Are meeting up for Sunday Mass
They threw me on a bed of glass
And put me on a drip

The fire provided for my heat
Has flames lick at my face and feet
A tender human joint of meat
Juiced by the lashing whip

They swear I'll make a tasty dish
The dark Lord granted every wish
They nibble like piranha fish
No teasing just a strip

She showed her face her name was Beth
Personifying Crystal meth
I saw her scare a ghost to death
Her kiss is on my lip