Sonnet #666

It's all tears from here-- A one way-ticket to eternal heartache. Darling, you're the only one I can fear-- The one who can make my heart break. When I look into your eyes and see your face, This world's a heaven set afire, then it silently will shatter, Leaving a gaping hole in the crumbling ground, creating a place For the demons of hell to come forth, putting our beating hearts on a charred silver platter. And once we're before Lucifer's throne, we'll sing our love's diabolical hymn: "Per experientiam scire stultorum - funus amore erit." .... I see you grow tired, and through your eyes, the world is growing dim-- And Lucifer's chorale uproarously laughs: "You deserve to forever bleed!" Darling, before they tear us apart, know that only my love will ever fix Your alone and scared heart--number six hundred three score and six.