White Heavens

Perplexed am I, to ponder about the clouds and to wish to seek for eternity.
Yet, with corrupted notions and a broken soul… desire becomes a passion.

So exile me into the darkness and I shall let every rancorous thought consume.
For the clarity that I seek, simply does not exist in this world.
Instead, the white heavens above are what I desire.
Yet, here I stand alone… mortal and yearning for the impossible.

Before the moment of my death, let the etchings of my face bear bliss.
No more shadows of darkness... no more bleak notions.
Just the white heavens.