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Apr 2014
I am Hell,
When the fires form my hands,
And gasoline spits from the veins,
I tried so hard to sew back together,
With an old syringe, needle bent and bloodied.

I am Hell,
When my eyes turn to coal,
And I breathe sulfur into your lungs.

I am Hell,
I've been burning for so long.
I am the pit,
Bloodied with the souls of the ******.
A lake of fire burning the clouds tonight.

And somehow you are Heaven,
With your blue eyes and innocence,
And the way you say God, when you barely believe.

You are Heaven,
In that tight red dress.

You are Heaven,
As we share my bed.

Somehow you're still Heaven,
Though your innocence is gone.
And somehow I'm still Hell,
When my intentions all go wrong.
Aaron Reisinger
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