Hell Hath No Fury

Hell is a room where the door is always open
Anyone who enters, they chose to go themselves
They can leave whenever they want
But they don't
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned
No hell hath no fury nor a grip on any soul
They can leave whenever they want but they don’t

Within, subconsciously
They beliеve that their place is thеre in the inferno
To burn forever
The mourning bride weeps and will forever do so