Dreaming of Hell

I saw you tumble with Pleasure,
So filled with the senses you were senseless
To see you were cavorting with a corpse

When was I not what you needed?
Why didn’t you heed
When I begged and I pleaded?

As your sight grew dim,
you said the light was too bright
So you continued with Pleasure into the night

My path was straight,
My gate was high
It was only narrow because it was less
Travelled by

And you wanted to live
Merrily on in your merry ways
Spilling the cup I was given
To drink in your drunkenness.

With a consuming stupor you went right by
The bridge I built leading into the sky
Now, to see you whom I love so well,
I have to sit and dream of your face in hell.


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