I've killed god, so nobody knows where she is- But if the angels are good and the demons they decide to strip me from all forgiveness and who I had coveted in flesh and psyche-
Maybe within her eyes: I'll finally find, I'll finally hold, I'll finally see, that nirvana I once caressed with blood-dipped fingers, blooming and blooming, oozing and oozing out of her pupils I never noticed had already began to dilate.
Dilating and dilating- dipping and dipping- digging and digging- for something that only surfaced once.
However, I had dipped my fingers too deep; too intimately, and in a school bell's single ring, I had gone and taken us from heaven to hell.