Promise you won’t laugh at me?

I can hear them cackling.

Flames below are crackling.

Hades licks my fucking feet.

I come here to get away,

If I don’t I’ll go astray.

I can translate what they say:

‘Burn your faith and turn to me.’

Sometimes I just burst in flames,

Igniting as I take the blame.

Those voices, they all sound the same.

They call me all - all but my name.

Maybe I should hear ‘em out?

See what all the fuss’s about?

You say I should let them go?

What if they’re my only hope?

What if I just take a canvas,

Paint it black - search it for answers?

I could shred it into pieces,

Give it to ‘em - try repentance?

I swear that my mind’s a reaper.

I know that it’s me that killed her.

I don’t have the time to feel it.

This is my last line - please kill it.

This line shows you I tells lies.

This line has got pickle pies.

What’s that sound? Please don’t be daft.

I thought you promised not to laugh?