Heaven is
Full
of
Fire
........
So don't touch the
Fallen Angels
........
I've burnt
Lost so many
So is it Heavenly fire?
........
Or is it Hells Fire?
Fall,
why are we stuck?
.......
Please take us back,
we call to you each day!
Pray pray pray...
.......
Call us home, please
our mission is threw.
There is no saving those
who cannot see.
.......
Too much hurt
Too much loss
They will not see!
.......
Call us Home!
Let us come home!
Please, I pray.

I stared at the ceiling
With the blankets expression on my face
I thought of my future
Along with all my past failures
My life seemed to mimic
A locomotive that had lost its breaks
I was moving in a singular direction
With nothing to stop me
I thought of all the people I've hurt
And those I've yet to betray
I peeked at the corners of my room
They grew darker with every blink
They bore a striking similarity to my life
It all seemed to grow dark
From the outer corners in
And I was the middle
I'm always the middle

I reside in you but come out rarely
Like a virus, I appear
Expelling symptoms,
at times severe
I wait until you feel no control...

I elude to the fact that nothing's going right
I cause and irritation that puts up a fight
I will make you feel nothing's alright
Scream, scream

You cannot run from me
You will never be free, as long as you have responsibilities
I'm there...

Daily life begins to take a toll,
and your mood swings are really getting old
But alas you have to do what you're told
The frustration!