I wrote this "poem" or what have you, while listening to Heaven's Not Enough by Steve Conte.
Exoskeletons made of ashes
Bleeding Angels
Paradise is Lost
Reverse Renaissance
Keeping myself going under the guise of false hope
Rejected by Love and Happiness,
I knock at Heaven’s Gates
An echo of indifference responds
Falling down, I try my luck in Hell
The flames remind me of the Pride I used to have
I declare my sins, I demand punishment
Satan turns a blind eye
When I open my eyes again, I’m back in my apartment
The walls, white with hollowness
Reflect the depth of my character
I breathe in slowly, and look out the window
When did I build this prison for myself
I must have blinked or something
The past 5 years went by like gun shots
Outside I see, still-life happening second by second
Suddenly I’m at my own funeral
Attending are shadows of my former friends
Simple remnants of the life I used to lead
But now in my deteriorating shell
I decide to make one last fight
I leave my room, discarding safety and comfort
Marching along these extroverted streets
The pavement like African conga against my footsteps
From a source unknown, I feel illogical motivation
I feel like going towards something I can never reach
And so I rush blindly at yesterday’s Sunrise
I let myself be carried to the corner of the World
Once there I creep slowly to the bare edge
A few rocks tremble and I feel nervous
I look down, stare hard into the Abyss
I release a primitive yawp
And I’m greeted by the reminder of my existence
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