a dream of me you say you had?
you haven't intruded me so, just yet,
but i could love you,
yes i could love you and let myself too,
but a wish, a dream, that proclamation is in itself,
and reality it is, that i would engulf myself in hellfire to win your soul to this side of hell to be with me, and only me.
gratify yourself, and do not dream
for those are just hovering clouds of no matter as the promise of a heaven that may not be.
and the fiery core of this earth will be more truthful than any saint interpreted from red words, and false idols.
fulfilling, tormented truth, or beautiful lie?
