every open door
must be closedthe draft of air floating in can freeze you.
every open door
must be shutthe breeze will sting your tears
as the tears fall downsin cannot be paid no matter
how smallheaven 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 painfulmy beginning is only ending now
screaming
sinned upon
illusions floating
on a blank canvasthe end of this beginning
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Poetryearth → purgatory → heaven // hell ↓ illusion my poem compilation from the past year ♤ lowercase intended ♤