Heaven II

Rarity in horror of the light

I’m wanted for a cause

The harshness of the sharpened metal bite

Children’s eyes are shaped like saws

You’re a precious little soldier of the fight

I memorise the doors

And running through the cold streets, taking flight

I realise my flaws



I will not try to fail again

I will not die for failing friends

It is not mine to face the end

I must not venture there

I see my body twist and bend

I see it oddly buck the trend

The angels cruelly comprehend

I feel I’m going there

I know what the lines portend

I cannot even fathom when

The angels cruelly comprehend



I feel I’m going there