You have been smiling widely as opened Hell gate during the Judgment Day
You have also been feeling as if you died and being thrown to heaven
Like a backdoor pass to a popular club people have been dying to enter
The feeling of validation can't help but to smug yourself up
Leaving you in vain
You like the feeling of it. You like how your dark pit of a soul being poured a thick layer of cement once again,
To shut your hell up.
and once again to be the one and only one
"You're the purest of a heart"
Ah poor baby..
You are his Luci
Loving you is not a job for him,
It is an obligation
To live
To be alive
To be.
A dead end contract he signed up lightheartedly
unaware of consequences that awaits him
But worry not readers,
Her hell will be where his needs are satiated
The best kind of hell he can ever imagined
Think of all possibilities.
Anything
You name it. She'll provide.
"Shan't it be heaven instead, though?"
Ya I know,
But aren't they too hot for the Club, beau?
11:11 am
23/5
YOU ARE READING
Life.
PoetryI cope. I endure. I feel. I live. I still am. therefore I write. Another set of less time-dedicated prose and poem book I am working on. 🌷
