A heavy weight Black shadows Upon the shoulders Halloween night Passover of souls Lead heavy As wings fall Expelled from The garden That of Eden Bent down In grief I cried love lived
My burning passion Shattered to be saved Broken grows stronger Like a fireworks Lighting up The sky
On my knees I fell without mercy As the cobra Danced around truth Biting emotions To the ground Drove straight Into the dark side Of a dream Boiling nightmares Sewing hell Into the deep
A distorted face Clouds vision No longer Do I see Beautiful colours Instead of petals Your thorns Rip the heart Black turns The rose and dies
Growing two horns Boiling stew Seething hot pain To begin roasting Pushing to the deepest Tormenting in hell Hissing spitting out A poisonous stew of words
A forked tongue The deceiver Crawling under The skin Coiling serpent Without truth Burning lies Twists then turns
Destroyer of dreams Nightmares burns A circle Drawn with a poisonous tongue Within hell Dancing moths In silver shadows Reality one see's light it saved my soul this very night
With my Catholic background I have pondered what hell would be like. It seems that we do a pretty good job here on earth creating conditions that are pretty darn close to hell. I know that to be with a good woman is heaven and that losing that or desiring someone who you can't get can also be pretty hellish.
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