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after the sun sets

Contributed by rightwingbrknwing on Monday, 10th May 2004 @ 08:04:34 PM in AEST
Topic: LostLove

I know now that hell is not beneath the earth it is on the outskirts of heaven's gate, with people looking with frustration, thinking back on all the things they could have done to change their fate. Looking with an eye of desire that does not cease to grow weary but only burns with such a fire that tends to tamper with their mind. I have been in heaven's gates and I know all to well what you strive for, and those suffering from knowledge are in the inner most circle of hell, the knowlege of an undescribable mercy and warmth and a security when she would hold me, death was truely welcome if she was the last thing that caught an eye which never knew any fire only ease than darkness falls and a ***** heart which refuses to freeze and become numb like the wise, burned in my memory are god's eyes which I should not have been alowed to see, if he would not stay with me. Like the night after the sunset beauty turns to a blanket of black and maybe darkness can't put out the smallest light but the wind sure as hell can and the elements of a dying heart can overwhelm anything that has the potential for a struggling breath, post-love brings somthing much worse than death: life lived with no hope to survive, only fear that keeps you alive, fear of dying all alone when love is always just behind the next paper wall made of lies and pointless compermise which is designed for false hope made to keep that fear instilled, creating the illusion love is only sleeping not killed

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