[In front of the mirror
[dreaming]]
I reserved-
a seat for you,
in hell. Beside me.
Oh, I wonder-
how endless conversations-
would result.
Neverending shadows-
will be our comforters-
as we sit in life's residue
under earth's dead skin.
Together,
In Inferno's bliss-
we will rot.
Our once innocence-
will be tarnished, eaten
and make us blush.
I never imagine,
happiness can exist in hell.
I never knew,
my soul is worthy-
of such a request-
to have and hold you.
All the pain
down the streets of fire,
will be something,
I will be looking forward to.
Even if you don't love me now,
and hated me like hell
[you didn't even knew my existance.]
I will be with you in the end.
Forever
and ever.
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