Heaven Is a Stranger

Heaven Is a Stranger

Angels call out to me, trying desperately to bring me back to Heaven
But the will of Hell draws me nearer, and I'm reduced one from seven

Holy things haunt my mind as I try to understand how love could fail me
You'd think my soul would overpower this hold placed upon my body

But nothing it seems can shatter this veil over my mortality's sigh
Sacred things burn my eyes as I try to look away and start to cry

Trees grow into wicked thorns and birds sing the songs of Banshees
I'm trying so hard to just escape it all but there's no cure for this disease

All my luck is tarnished in the blackest pits of the raging demon fires
And all I can hear from good people are the guilts told by dirty liars

Oh how I wish I could just find peace within my twisted, cut up soul
But as my ashes consume my redemption I am left with less than null

- poet Darká