lost in the shadows of the bipolar perspectives: part II.

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and it pains me

my precious love

to know

that while you

one day will roam freely

as the most divine of angels

spreading eternal bliss in heaven

and I will have my feet

buried knee deep

in smoldering lava

frozen deep inside hell

suffocating on violent stench

of my cursed flesh sizzling

damned to eternity

with nothing but an image

engraved into my mind

a beautiful nightmare

of you smiling and whispering:

“One day, my dearest,

we will spread our wings,

we will fly high through clouds,

deep inside paradise,

and we will be… eternal love!”