Hell

I looked into hell. It was the longest look I ever took. Filmed in
Panavision and made out to seem like a flower in the hands of a crook.
Starlet screens and ambrosia dreams; hell was an epiphany to dwell. As
the runner strikes the finish line, hell is of the victory. The victory
is hell. And, oh me, I shouldn't tell. Like the plot that goes
unspoken, like the liberty bell that goes broken; hell is the
beautiful, unjust caption that can never make an excuse. You, down,
dead with want to die, let me show you hell in the needle's eye. And,
forever falling you must, forever decaying you trust, forever soul
bearing, forever unshattered claiming, forever is forever as of now,
forever is the sunken ship's bow, to light there is darkness abound, to
want is to forever be bound, to dreamy are two ships. To sail forever
towards the lips of a kiss. Forever is hell. Forever is hell.