With my eyes closed she leads me–my heart in her hand–to Hell.
‘It’s beautiful,’ she whispers, but there’s a difference, I can tell.
My toes touch fire; brimstone burns my cheeks.
But still, ‘it’s beautiful,’ my love to me repeats.
She tells me we’re in Heaven and all I can do is believe
As she leads me into Hell–while in love–too blind to see.