Hell Is For Little Children

Hell is for little children.
Welcome to the abyss.
Just sitting here chillin.
Thinking about my miss.

She is still at working.
And the time drags on.
We like to go quirking.
Night time to the dawn.

She feels she is needy.
And too much trouble.
But like the little clingy.
So we became a double.

She gets panic attacks.
And feels nonexistent.
Been there - Done that.
She gives me confidence.

I found hell's trap door.
The abyss is so sweet.
Just keep wanting more.
What a nice retreat.