content in hell

I could spend
and eternity
in hell and
be content
and get a single
glimpse of what I
have been missing
and all of a sudden it's
not enough.

all of the nights spent
sleeping alone
all of the days spent
living can
be ruined by a single
seed of
hope.

I was happy alone
I was perfectly
content by myself
and loneliness
isn't something to be
ashamed of.
but one ray of hope
and it's all
fucked
up.