A Beautiful Hell

Tears full of sorrow flowing freely from the gate way of the soul, purging the evils of a tragic pain. Memories of a past with hopes of a land filled with piercing rays of sunshine, soft touches of grass so green, consumed with the seductive smell of delicate flowers. Lies in the present, with a day dedicated to skies of darkness, and a morbid vision of a world without Life. Missing the fallen loved ones that only exist somewhere buried within the depths of the mind, is the source from which these powerful tears were born. Love in a twisted beautiful hell that hurts so good in a life were my existence is bitter sweet. Why do I believe in a hell so beautiful where no one can here me yell?