Still beating in its darkened hand
Divinity rips out my heart,
I watch it morph into a death
The careless shifting of an art.
Now I'm dead, six feet under
Lost beneath it all, in complex wonder
How you'll be when you're dead
Still yet uneasy, in your eternal dread.
This coffin has left me choking
On the memories of then
All the things I was in life
And what I had never been.
But now I lay here dim and dumb
To what I left behind
I wish I could undo my past
I wish I could rewind.
Though I can never do such things
I can never earn those wings
Cause now I pay for my crime
Of thinking little of my time.
I wish I could call this death,
Or even call it pointless Hell,
But here I'm unsure of everything,
In darkness I can never tell.
And I rest here unknowing,
To what was put on my headstone,
Which now forever reads
"To Heaven He Has Flown"
Although such words could never be
So false to my reality
Cause I'm not in a Heaven or a Hell
I'm trapped within this wooden cell.
So what on Earth did me in
To such a ghastly death
Or was my end just the same
We all die with one last breathe.