I've kissed a demon's lips
Amidst the loveliest mist
This life has ever missed.
To be remiss in reminiscence
Has extended the waiting periods—
Cannot let go of the figments, the essence
Of forgotten promises: evanescence.
Hell's fire
Hisses.
Lie before me, again,
Only to make it last, my friend.
In a world full of pretense,
That's how to begin
And end.
Hell's fire
Mends.
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