I picked apart your every imperfection
And raised them on a pedestal
I let the Gods adore you
Glorify you.
But I presume that whilst trying to find a stairway to Heaven
I trembled into the storms of Hell
For I didn’t existence in your presence
So I didn’t exist at all
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 8:07 PM UTC
I picked apart your every imperfection
And raised them on a pedestal
I let the Gods adore you
Glorify you.
But I presume that whilst trying to find a stairway to Heaven
I trembled into the storms of Hell
For I didn’t existence in your presence
So I didn’t exist at all