I wish I could leave this place and float
Like an angelic butterfly among the Heavens.
But I am here listening to the droning voice
As my mind is elsewhere
As I stare out at Heaven’s Gate, I wonder
What I have done to deserve this life
I like to think I've led a fairly good life
So why am I being punished? Does He think this is funny?
Maybe I've just been dedealthis hand at random
wandering around like a spider who's eyes have been punctured by an eight year old rusty knife.
Maybe I'm the one who's a schizophrenic psycho
the inmate controlling the asylum from the inside
but if thats True then
What the hell's wrong with me?
I gaze out one last time, overlooking the edge of my mind
darkness surrounds me at all times
I close my eyes, take a deep breathe, then
nothing
