“Lost Heaven” - (Dedicated to Foster)

The impurity of the World
stains many hands and gives
the same sentence.
It’s Repetition.
Over and over do the hands
of the clock spiral into
Madness.

Kill me Trust…
Rip out my lungs.
Because these things
are visible to my
naked eye, I am a
Traitor.

Disillusion fools them all.
What will they do when
They too realize that the
pieces of the puzzle don’t fit?
Faith is fake, but we use it to
survive.

The blood on my hands keeps me
from holding onto you.
You’ve fallen too far up.
The angels have whispered
their lies and no more will you
find in me to satisfy yourself.

Truth has long made its departure
to find a subject more worthy to test.

But before I too depart and seek Punishment
with her lover, Death, I wish that you find Truth.