im staring outside the window
23rd floor with concrete below
is it good in heaven?
will i ever get to know?
i try to remember
back when i was young
with a conscious,
but now i just seem
to hurt for fun.
if i give my soul to satan
do you think he'll love me?
i guess ill accept my fate then,
in hell for eternity.
23rd floor with
concrete below,
is heaven good?
ill never get to know.
demons look so gorgeous
at 3 am,
why do i let them do this?
let them rip me at the hem.
if i give Jesus my body,
will satan take my soul?
is heaven good?
ill never get to know.
my room smells like
cigarettes,
the stench stains my dress
and seeps into my hair.
you think The Lord will take me
with this smell everywhere?
my bed smells just like you
but that other man too.
someone else is in my bed,
but i don't know who.
god please save me
from my hell eternity;
ill give you my rotting body
if it means ill go for free.
23rd floor with
concrete below
sprout wings and fly
dive right down low--
heaven is so good
but ill never get to know.
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Spring Mountain Treatment Centre
Poetrydull faces glance out the windows; sitting with their sadness drooping their eyelids they perpetually stare out and away in search for better days.
