We are the killing field where good and evil desecrate
Blackening each shoulder into the ground in flames that linger to tear us down
Resolution will never be found
Because we are consciousness and this abyss is living dead
Suffocating on and on in memories and mistakes that never cease. Engaged to regret.
Living.
Deceased.
And where do we go when we can't let go.
A limbo;
A lie in disguise. A mistaken refuge of the mind.
"Come here and be at ease" desolate, without judgment for the curse of our own anxieties
"Just be"
Cut up, revive and replay every wrong that you've never done to yourself and the world around you.

Here in the cage of the rational soul
I still know,
Heaven is a place inside of me where I am freed from the chains of my mind, body and whole.
I am my own.

This fight will never be home.