I have gained an obsession with hell
Since I was caught in your scarlet spell
An eternity in your fire
Is less hurtful than going higher
Though I’m burning up inside
I feel like this desire must hide
Your image leaves my head in pain
Trying to kill something that can’t be slain
I’ve left all my saints behind
For something more rare to find
Angel songs don’t get me anymore
I know what I’m listening for
You’re forbidden to me
Yet you’re all I see
Interlocked with sin
Is something I’ve never been in
But if this is wrong
Then sing me a song
I’ve left my saints in heaven
Mental fog about something that told regularly, fear.do and don't do hank you Michael good poem to read and think
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem about lifes rich tapestries. A good write.