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?
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