I want to feel heaven tonight
But I'm willing to be patient
I want to see the stars
In your eyes tonight
But I'm willing to be patient
I want to know your warmth
I want to feel your heartbeat
I want to crave all of you
But I'm willing to be patient

Right now I can't write
Because I can't express how I feel
Words are woefully unprepared for me
And what is bursting inside of my heart

So let this pen
So let this paper
Be overwhelmed
In this supernova

Death has a thing for me
Always trying to ****** me
Giving me passionate kisses
Wearing revealing clothes

Death is quite gorgeous, actually
A charming personality unrivaled on earth
A figure that Elizabeth Banks is jealous of
And a killer instinct that's always fatal

But I resist her temptation
Because I have a thing with life
She's so much hotter anyway
Because she's my awesome wife

'Til Death do us part

I'm here in the Red Light District of town
But I'm not here to feast on the cheap flesh
I'm looking for something here, hiding in the open
There's escorts on every corner, men and women trying to make some money. Through open doorways I catch glimpses of strippers and live *** shows. I move on.

I found it nestled in between two abandoned buildings
A small warehouse, for a long time dormant, but holding a gathering this night
I step through the doors and am greeted by a sight I'd never seen before: prostitutes and strippers, both male and female; pimps, gangsters, loan sharks, all kinds of deplorable characters. Except the man at the front speaking.

Wearing a simple long sleeve T-shirt, battered jeans and sneakers, the pastor opened the Bible to the book of Hosea.
The words he spoke I'd heard before, but I was moved by them like never before. He spoke of God's love like I'd never heard it. So many were brought to tears, myself included.

When he had finished, we all sung "Amazing Grace." It was sung like it was a brand new song. I looked around at the people gathered this night and I thought to myself that this is the most real church I'd ever seen. Every person knew what we all were and that was okay; we're all humans.
This is the Red Light Church.

This chamber is so empty
So cold
So dark
So... empty

Even my breath echoes off the paper thin walls
Walls that are cracked, broken, even collapsed.
There's no warmth in here, not even a sliver of light.
Where am I?
As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw horrid things.
Ghosts, skeletons... all without emotions blankly wandering with no direction.
I see tattered pictures, trampled over by time and regret
Each picture looks like a memory, painted with care.
I see broken vessels scattered around the floor, filled with cobwebs and sand.
Each vessel looks like it was storing a part of something.
As I walk to the center, there is a little glow; faint flickering, barely visible in a depression in the floor.
I crawl down, and wipe away the dust to find... myself...
This is my heart???
THIS IS ME?!?

So I've backslid all week and came to the end of myself.
I'm laying myself down, yet again, for You to redeem.
You save me always, because Your grace rules over my death.

I have the crowning achievement of never being dumped.
I had the miserable demerit of never being truly loved.
Until you.

Its the one flu that never goes away

More frequent than the common cold

More lethal than the black plague

More painful than third-degree burns

More devastating than tsunamis

More gut wrenching than death

More comfortable than sleep

Sometimes even the truth lies to me
But it's only because I lie to the truth
I have to keep it all balanced in place
And you'll never know it, seeing my face

My lies aren't an onion
Layered one after another
The truth buried in the center
That's too easy; I'm complex

My lies are like a Rubik's cube
But even better than that
Because even if you solve one
It's not the whole story I've spun

I've left many cubes over many places
It's impossible for you to chain them all
And figure out all of my precious lies
The reason I'm so good at lying?

Because I always tell the truth.

This heart is not for sale
It can only be given
But you wouldn't take it
Yet you had it stolen

Now I'm here without you
A gaping wound in my chest
You couldn't help but hurt me
Now you see I'm a mess

Actually you don't see because you're gone
You left me all alone with no heart
But I'm not going to break for you
I'm going to keep marching on

And you'll miss me