Gustave Doré

My eyes are shut
I cannot see
Though clear is thy despair
I drift away - far away
From places of which you seek
Though I seek thy hell
You close the gate before me
Your life is right
and I'm to follow to your paradise
I cannot fall in love, love is for them
Lusting for the sky - Heaven
Why did I come to this world of sorrow
Why is this true
Where is my dagger of sacrifice
I will open the gates to Hell one day...