I’d write my name in sacrilegious books
And
Condemn myself to fates unknown for the chance
To dance with the devil
Again and again,
And learn the hard way,
The best way,
The only way,
To love the parts of me that exist for the sake of Hell
Because Hell exists for the sake of Heaven.
Today, I know that higher, otherworldly place
Because I look in the mirror,
And face the artist, artwork, and muse
All in one.
It burns and brands me new.
If I could do it all again,
I would,
Like Eurydice be stuck,
Or Persephone be it all at once.
Heaven, Hell, and Earth
For the sake of Love.
Could it be
That these violent ends have violent delights?
Passion is so intimately connected with death and so like
Romeo and Juliet I’d die again
And again.
My only love sprung from my only hate,
Could it be that death is great
And love remains
Despite the ashes to ashes
And dust to
Dust. I must
Not fear the constant change that I am
Or think it fatal,
Flawed of me to know
Heaven, Hell, and Earth so
Intimately.
Because they exist for the sake of
Me.
