every open door
must be closed
the draft of air floating in can freeze you.
every open door
must be shut
the breeze will sting your tears
as the tears fall down
sin cannot be paid no matter
how small
heaven isn't real
hell isn't real
only an illusion appears
behind blood sweat and tears.
every beginning will shut
and you mustn't cry
no matter how painful
my beginning is only ending now
screaming
sinned upon
illusions floating
on a blank canvas
the end of this beginning
YOU ARE READING
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Poetryearth → purgatory → heaven // hell ↓ illusion my poem compilation from the past year ♤ lowercase intended ♤
