Heaven must be black.
a shadow stretching from some great eclipse;
wherein we are students,
from which we are teachers.
all of us bright lights
in the dark.
Hell is ablaze
with color, more than before,
flooding the space
with waves, crashing to shore;
One
on top of
the next
until every corner of darkness left unlit
is burning!
Every corner but the one
in which you sit.
a speck of void
in endless white.
fence sitters,
on the line between blurring,
and stark separation.
sigh because the grass is always greener.
if you don't like what you're seeing,
turn around.
if you don't like what you're seeing,
close your eyes.
Apr 26, 2012
Apr 26, 2012 at 12:27 PM UTC
Heaven must be black.
a shadow stretching from some great eclipse;
wherein we are students,
from which we are teachers.
all of us bright lights
in the dark.
Hell is ablaze
with color, more than before,
flooding the space
with waves, crashing to shore;
One
on top of
the next
until every corner of darkness left unlit
is burning!
Every corner but the one
in which you sit.
a speck of void
in endless white.
fence sitters,
on the line between blurring,
and stark separation.
sigh because the grass is always greener.
if you don't like what you're seeing,
turn around.
if you don't like what you're seeing,
close your eyes.
