I don't know about Heaven, but I know there's got to be a hell.  I spent six years going through my own version of it. For there to be a Hell, there has
to be Heaven, somewhere. Was it for me, or for the righteous, the pure of Heart?
I didn't ask ask for this. What was I looking for,
Redemption? Or was it looking for me? I don't know about any of that, but I know the past
six years, I've never been so close to God than I have in my life. I couldn't help, but think
that this was somewhat punishment, and judgement for my sins. I look back now, and
realize, no one deserves what I went through.
All I wanted was change, in me was something lurking,
longing for acknowledgement. All I wanted was  to break free and escape from something
that I held the key to myself. To rid of the things that seemed to hold me back for years.
Come to think of it, I should have stayed.
The only piece of Heaven that I had left in this world, was
stolen from me many years ago. I don't know about Angels, but I know she is always with
me. I felt so alone. When she left me, she turned her back, and Heavens gates shut behind
her. Now she belonged to the stars. Too much to soon. From now on, I would always find
the time for her. A hollow promise. Too little too late.
The demons I have, are the constant reminders of my past
mistakes and failures of my life. I hold constant fear over the condition over my soul.
What classifys the condition of a mans soul? If you stab him, does he not bleed?
If you break his heart, is he himself not a man broken? If you hold him prisoner, long
enough, you will find, all it holds is his attention, and he will break free.