Standing at the gates of Hell
Entrance, One lead ticket I need
Questions will abound about
The way I came, not about
The way I will leave
Typical for those who
Will step over the
Sangria stain that will
Pool  around my jeans,
Drawing the curtains close
My journey ready to begin
The darkness embraces me
As a lover before
A mortal sin.
I inhale, and relax, for the
Way into the light depends on the
Might of a rockets front end.


~AD~