Purgatory

Stranded in this horizon
where heaven is abreath away
and hell lies in heart beat.

Irony fills the landscape,
mixing love and bitterness
in one strand.

Forgiveness rarely grows,
restrained by the shallowness
of its roots.

The coldness of the air
is matched by the burning passions
of ecstacy and misery.

It is our rightful place
The land of the damned souls
Inferno's paradise
Purgatory