I'll follow you into hell

Because really, what more do I have to lose?

My mother's long dead

My father...

Don't even get me started on my father

Should I feel bad about his death?

Probably Do I?

He curses me

Marred my back with that horrid science

Cared more about his research than his own daughter

Showed a stranger compassion while I was given the cold shoulder

Do I care?

It doesn't really matter now

I went against his wishes

Gave up everything out of boredom

Joined the military knowing full well a war was coming

Stained my hands crimson because I had nothing better to do

I won't deny that I was hoping to see you again

Praying that our paths would cross once more

I wasn't expecting my prayers to be answered in that blood soaked hell

And now that its all over

Now that I have blood on my hands and burns on my back

I'm ready to do it all over again

Because I'll follow you into hell if you asked me to, sir