Personal Hell

Standing at the gates of hell
You'll rip out my heart
Put it on the scales
Weigh it against a feather
Decide, determine, which is lighter

I'm sure my heart will be heavier
Not for my sins, which can
Be forgiven, maybe forgotten
But nothing weighs more
Than the simplest of sorrows

The sorrows of life
Amid the joys
Will outweigh the feather
Tip the scales
Grant me my ticket
To my personal hell


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