Diseased

I want you to live in me like a disease;

A sickness that evades immunity,

Residing within my system until my dying day.

Life doesn’t have to be this way,

But I want to see what life has in store with you.

 

I want you to live in me like a disease;

A sickness that makes me clutch my pulsing heart,

Tugging on the veins like strings of a harp.

Life doesn’t have to be this way,

But I want to create this beautiful melody with you.

 

I want you to live in me like a disease;

A sickness that was birthed in nature,

Traveling through air just to be with me.

Life doesn’t have to be this way,

But I want to walk the Earth in hand with you.

 

I want you to live in me like a disease;

A sickness that will carry me to the grave,

Crowning me with an angelic halo to wear.

Death doesn’t have to be this way,

But I want to look down upon your beauty with the Lord.

They Died For Me

The angels hang by the tightening nooses of their halos.

The halos illuminate the room with a piercing white light

That glows upon my mortal face. Their eyes lock

On with mine, they are aware of my presence.

I am weakening like they are, but I have nothing to give

To express my gratitude to my guardians.

The halos are losing their beautiful glow,

Darkening the room to a blind Nothing.

They’re suspended in the air by the heavenly noose

While their elegant white wings disintegrate to black ashes.

They promised me their strength and faith in me

Would never dissipate in this world.

Below their feet, while shaking violently till their last breath,

A blinding white light shines, illuminating the room

Without the influence of the Sun or Moon.

The streaks of light swirl about the angels

And then pierces through my mortal being.

My heart no longer bleeds, as the angels

Have bestowed the powers of strength, love, and faith.

The eyes of my guardians have finally sealed as they

Dangle from their halos. All lights have gone out,

Revealing the world of Nothing we’ve all feared.

My heart begins to thump uncontrollably until it

Enlightens the world to a glorious sight.

I can no longer see my guardians dangle from their halos,

I’ve entered a beautiful world I’m familiar with

That drowns in chaos.

I’m on my own.

Strength. Love. Faith.

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 glow will render my body transparent as peace will travel through my ice cold veins until my visible breath no longer lingers in front of 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 infected with peace, ruled by my Creator.

The flames of Hell were reaching the surface underneath my feet and burning them. The flames will never reach my heart though. My heart and mind are far above the reach of Hell. Instead, they opt for the blue of the sky.

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