The clear path… I have long since lost it as Dante had; dare I compare myself to him when honestly I know I’m going to Hell. Dante’s Light… I suppose things are getting hot here and as always I see no escape or Cure from such
Familiarity
How dare it be scary
What once was home
Becoming unknown
Conformity
Don’t you know me?
I am not one of you
And you thought you knew
How
Right now
It’s just so loud
My Tranquility
The simple ability
To hide
Will I survive?
When secrets
A personal Jesus
Takes my Beatrice
Universal good
Knew it would
Come
End of my fun
Like you left
Catch my breath
But I’m not dead yet
You shout praises
Your God saves us
By that meaning the few
His aim is true
Such is my upset
Praying to reconnect
What I’ve wrecked
If I’m to blame
Think I’m going insane
Over something so inane
That golden glow
Didn’t I know?
Fire down below
Personal Devil
Prepares to revel
Was I really such a rebel?
Wanting to be free
Less ordinary
Inferno for me
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