Until My Dying Day

Until my dying day, I will gaze up into the blue sky as it fades to a darkness that cannot be chased away.  I'll be waiting for the white blinding glow of an angel's halo to dip from the starless sky, illuminating my face with hope.  An eerie silence will permeate through the cracks of my soul, poisoning my brain, bringing peace of mind.  The halo will continue to drape down the walls of the atmosphere until it wraps around my neck and begins to strangle me.  The angel will then reel me up on her angelic noose, bringing me out of this world of hatred, and into a realm of white shine polluted with peace, ruled by my Creator.

Standing On Hell

I stand upon the surface of the Earth and gaze at the gorgeous flesh of nature.  Chaos pollutes the air as a visceral fear poisons my innards.  The flames of Hell are penetrating the surface underneath and scarring my feet.  The flames will never reach my heart though.  My heart and mind are far above,  reaching for the blue of the sky.

Hell will always be beneath me, forever burning my feet, but never my heart.