filled with the golden light serene.
I travelled there with the fullness of grace;
ready for places I was yet to have seen.
Heaven was there as a shining testament;
to all I had done and all I had known.
Heaven was there as a glowing reminder;
of all things that I rejected once grown.
I was never a dangerous sort;
heaven was made for girls like me.
The type that never questioned when they ought;
the type to never live liberally.
Before heaven all I knew was you;
the secret darkness within my soul.
Before heaven I was certain;
you alone could make me whole.
That brooding power you always had;
never was meant for a girl like me.
Secretly I was known to be glad;
heaven, I knew, I would see.
The darkest hours in heaven were dusk;
before one started to settle in bed.
It was always the worst at dusk;
I could never get you out of my head.
Was heaven worth the aching I felt;
knowing you were not inside.
Could I touch your rigid flesh;
if I learned to swallow my pride.
Heaven was not made for people like you;
the kind that lived like a glowing sun.
Heaven rejected people like you;
thus from heaven I had to run.
I would risk eternal damnation;
just to feel that thrusting sensation.
I would risk the very light;
to once more have you in my sight.
You were made for girls like me;
to set their virgin eyes ablaze.
You were made for only me;
I have hell in my gaze.
And so from heaven I did fall;
as you knew I would.
Falling for hell fire itself;
has never felt this good.
