That is not dead

Which can eternal lie

Yet with strage aeons

Even death may lie

H.P. Lovecraft

I bewail my destiny

A foible of mine

But her voice tortures my mind

I yearn for her bosom

I fear her sway

My eternal blemish

Is her embrace

She whispers : chose a realm -

These two are the preferred ones:

Hell - where your soul reduces to ashes

Heaven - where you'll be drowned