Everything isn’t have heaven
or clouds and stars
Somethings just dwell in hell,
While the demon counts down your hours
You don’t even know just yet
How bad the world can be
Because when I look to the horizon.
There’s a hell which surrounds me
And the demon is my soul
You think the flames are bearable
But trust you apart
As I write this letter from hell ,
There’s lot I try to impart.
You don’t even know just yet.
How bad this world can be.
Because when I look up,
There’s only more fire that I can see.