At The Gates Of Hell

The hell is wide open,

It has nothing to hide.

Give me a hand,

Pull me to the other side.

The holes we dig

And the bodies we bury

Are just interruptions,

Spittle on the cherry.

So, drag me, darling,

Do not let go.

Do not mind my fits

Or the red vertigo.

The hell is wide open,

It calls our name.

If we are worthy,

They will put us in frames.

-Jackie