No amount of love will remain forgiven,
The yelling and screaming rattling on,
The sorrow that pours out of their mouth,
Is only an element of melted love.

In their deepest dreams they wish,
For their thoughts to drown in blood,
For their backs to split in troubling pain,
Their burning halves to grow backstabbing wings,
This is sandwiched up by hell
This isn’t reality though how much they wish for,

Maybe one day they will be lifted,
To the place where no pain is felt,
To the place where they feel love,
Somewhere earth accepts thy evil,

I stand before thee my head confused with thoughts,
He holds a key twisting and turning my faith,
Deciding upon my future with a easy yes or no,
The iron gates behold my present, past and future.