HEAVEN AFTER HELL

SOME TIMES ALONE
SOMETIMES ISOLATED
MY LIFE IS COMPLETLY WASTED.
NO MATTER HOW MANY BOOKS I'VE READ
NO MATTER HOW MANY CHURCHES I'VE STOLEN
THE INQUISITOR IS SITTING THERE,
WATCHING ME BEING TORTURED IN THE OVEN.
THE ROOM IS DARK. THERE IS NO LIGHT IN IT
MY CAPTORS TAKE TO NOWHERE
TO NOWHERE TO NOWHERE
I DON'T KNOW WHERE I AM GOING
WAIT, I SEE SOMETHING.
SOMETHING SHINING THERE
IN THE DISTANCE, IN MY MIND.
YET, I CAN'T DISTINGUISH IT ENOUGH
I CAN'T, I CAN'T SEE IT CLEARLY
IT'S SHINING
IT'S A LIGHT, IT BRIGHTS
IT SPARKS
IT'S AN ANGEL WHO WELCOME ME
IN THE DOORS OF HEAVEN