I’ve been to hell before
not for long, just few months
maybe more
coaxed by death’s angels
hellbent on keeping score
Darling, I’ve been to hell before.

and I’ve felt it’s pain.
inhaling the smoke,
blistered by flames  
lit with brushfires of passion
unkept in our brains
fanned by your wings
when you’d flutter away.

but it’s not a place for you
or for me,
and honesty haunts me because  
I miss the heat
the phantom flames of my visit
still tickle my feet
so, baby, go to hell



and that’s where we’ll meet