What Is Hell.

Seeing pure beauty
And feeling only pain
The devils fork I fear not
For equal pain it can not bring
Sitting in the darkness
To see the light
Sucoming to hope
Only to have depression drown the soul
Whiskey burns the throat
A moment of happiness
Finally able to feel
The bittersweet burn
Melancholy darkness envelops
That which is forever alone

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