This poem shows the pain of betrayal. This poem shows the pain of betrayal.

The inferno within me Kindled the torch of bleakness which laid concealed, The inferno within me Kindled the torch of bleakness which laid concealed,

Whatever we do now is The only thing that matters Whatever we do now is The only thing that matters

My childhood pleasures were Satan's gifts, And Inferno lay ahead... My childhood pleasures were Satan's gifts, And Inferno lay ahead...

But remain as sentimental affection. But remain as sentimental affection.