I remember –
Every Temple is destined to fall.
– She: the prettiest hellfire I have ever been in. I didn’t mind the burning one bit.
back turned; I felt her scorn
And when the blazing truth spills from your vein
Does this severance give way to newness?
or sweet seared oblivion?
Yet I digress; ramble as I do –
Heavens bells and hells song – how could such a love be wrong?