Wasteland

Heaven is a place I haven't found yet,
answers are only questions I cannot
define.

I wander in the barren wasteland

and watch even as the shadows

try to hide.

I thought I saw a grin in the parched

lines, but I wonder if it was all in my

head.

I am not insane just because I

believe in the grave of angels with

bloodied wings.

Heaven is a place I haven't found yet,
answers are only questions I cannot
define. 

On my knees I would pray to the

rain, but it stains everything as it

eats through my wounds.

My skin was falling off and so I

try to put it back together, gather

up the fallen pieces.

Sick of the poison they feed me

I would sooner be dead when the crows

come.

Heaven is a place I haven't found yet,

answers are only questions I cannot

define.

You tried everything you could think of

to sew up my insides again, but I am just

a zombie and come part every time.

I open my mouth to speak, but words

are an idea that are lost to me, so I

think in my head.

You think I am crazy because I hear the

devils cry, but you don't know what I have

been through.

Heaven is a place I haven't found yet,
answers are only questions I cannot
define. 

I claw my way through the dust, and

eat the stones that break my teeth,

my tongue is sunburned.

I know I heard them laughing,

just in the background the jackals

are leering at me.

Another mirage meant to fool me

placed he by the ones who would

mislead me.

Heaven is a place I haven't found yet,
answers are only questions I cannot
define. 

Just another lost sacrifice,

I was blind but now that I can see

since I lost my eyes.

It was all just a lie to start with,

but now I breath the toxicity of my

own demise.

Memory is just a thorn in the side,

I am free to be in misery if only

I let myself forget.

Heaven is a place I haven't found yet,
answers are only questions I cannot
define.