Lift me towards the light,
and I shall watch it seep through Heaven's gates;
now, cast my body into Hell's flaming mouth.
Descending, I catch a glimpse;
among the choir where millions of children sing
is the face of a child whose corpse never left the womb,
who forever stayed with me.
Hymns for the lost,
a monotonous lullaby full of evident goodbyes,
his words were nothing but remnants of then;
cotton sheets covered my face,
and the air had never gone so stale.
Autopsy results: it was a classic suicide.
Blood from open scars that trace my veins
was proven to be toxic from overdose.
Acidic juices poisoned my interior,
as its scorching touch ate my flesh.
Then, when the bullet punctured my heart,
I leaped from the edge and drowned
in the sea of my drunken woes;
thorns on my bones connecting purple roses
are from when I hit the soft asphalt bottom.
A sinner living among sinners;
that little girl corrupted by the world
where the innocent cry and guilty rise
Given to me was a key and I threw heaven away,
God's spirit yanked right out of me.
Lift me towards the light,
and I shall reach for the stillborn angel;
my body broken and heart split wide open,
I'm one of the damned.
Where did I go?
One hundred years gone,
not a year did I breathe.
Lord, is it safe to say that I died?
