This poem came from a place between belief and despair. It touches on spiritual trauma and the longing for something that never was. Shade’s voice guides us through a landscape where dreams feel like lies and hell is just living — and surviving is the spell we cast.

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Hell is not a place,
a state of being.
Heav’n’s not a place
but just a dream.

Nights are dark and bleak,
conceal my freak.
Inside this state of being,
I cannot dream.

Breathless in this life
’till one expires.
It is just a strife
that some inspires.

Days are short and bright,
the Shade of night
longing for a dream—
my state of being.

The lesson I have learnt
from my struggle:
when on this world my term
I tried to juggle.

Life is not a dream,
a state of being.