‘Don’t you ask me why and how,
You must lift the spell,
Life could be much more than this,
Unless we’ve Gone to Hell.’
As all hope soon must shrink and fade,
Desire burns alive.
You hide your self within your shade,
Where no one e’er shall dive.
Thus while we dream of love and light,
Of stories fair to tell;
Our demons will bring on the night,
When ’tis all gone to hell.