All the beauty in the world
Is nothing compared to *you

The sickeningly sweet voice of oblivion calls me, promising beautiful things.
How I yearn to fall, drifting forever in between dreams
to be able to shed the weight on my shoulders and replace it with swirling darkness.
Oblivion beckons me further and further into the blissful silence.
I know if I follow to the end of this tunnel
I will never return but the thought makes me smile.
The pain and regret washes away as
I fall into complete darkness.
Oh how sweet oblivion tastes.

I cannot tell real life from illusion
I have suffered a contusion not of the body but of the mind
I can no longer put my worries to rest for they have insomnia
I see monsters not only in nightmares but walking behind me down the street
I hear the voices calling me even when im in an empty room
I smell blood even though there is no wound
I can no longer keep the peace, there is a rebelion in my head
I can no longer take solace in my own bed
I am drowning in a sea of fear and sheer terror
I can no longer hold onto this ledge
I will fall right off the edge of reality
Right into the bed of **insanity

If there is a heaven it is not a place I wish to be.
A place where an unjust God sits on a throne carved from the struggles of their creatures.
Where she\he says to love them above all else but punishes the one who truley does.
Where murderers, rapists, and abusers live in paradise while peace keepers are thrown into purgatory and suffering.
Where people beat the others who think differently even when their God's word says to
'love thy neighbor'
So if there is a heaven, I would gladly fall to hell