No man has ever been so bold to dare lift a fist or hand to me
Nor is it ok to lift hand or fist to any in the name of love
It may be my bold, in your face, I take no crap face
That says to all, try it at your own risk
But many a mean word has cut a path thru my soul
It is true what has been said
A word can hurt as much as a slap in the face
I have been in the mire of love and deep was the path it took
Many a dark scar and dark pain did pave that path
Scar and pain like the road to Hell and its red hot fire
When the pity, fury and pain did wear away from my jinn
It was then my wish to stay, to live in Hell's miry hot lane
Let a bit of that fury fire burn for ever, sear the soul for ever
If love ever has a need to tear that veil and be real true love
Then let it find its way thru the pits of Hell to me
Love that will walk thru fire for me
That is the love for which I wait, one that has
A kind sort of fire not lit by the same hell fire
That I have made to burn as the cage of a bird for my soul
But the type of love that will ever, yet ever
Heal the soul and lift the mind from the red hot Hell burn
If this be you
Then come find me in the land of love and Hell fire!
Only then will I open that cage and bit by tiny bit
Baby step, by baby step
Let love ever find its way to that dark Hell Cave
That does hide the real true ME!
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Novel Allen
Existing in mist and shadow. Neutrally Abstract.
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