Persephone

These superficial nights
simply charming,
yet without depth or fire.
Tired of searching,
I sink to Hell
not even a place
but a name,
a feeling like home.
Last night, it was where
I fell asleep
and today, I wake
burning.
Reflecting hellfire
as a star,
stare and wish
upon me.
I whisper promises
to you in mockery
as a god.

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