Comparison
How would I compare heaven?
To clouds on a setting day
Peach fluff backed by blue
The dark gates of hell miniscule
How would I describe
the worries in my mind?
Soul surging through the air,
memories gone,
barely there.
Would I care?
Whether I reached the peach,
or the pitch black abyss.
Deservation to have peace,
or internal war
prodded by Satan’s pitchforks.
Damned tears streaming down clear cheeks
Haunted by worries carried with death
Where do I belong?
Heaven nor hell
Peace nor deprivation.
Is there such a thing as an ending point?
What will be my terminus,
If I even deserve to quit!
What has become of me?
This lost soul,
whining in pitiful misery.
What will become of me,
This soul, so bright I’ve been told...
what do they know.
Will my light smother,
or grow brighter?
Do I deserve to drop this act,
rip off this mask,
smile brightly with peace.
Do I deserve...