I guess pain really could get you places.
What’s with these angels and saints that’s
trying to talk about virtue with me?
That life is not hell should i try to be more holy
when all i could hear is you
when all i could see is you
when i spend every minute thinking of you
when all i live and breathe for is you
They said falling from grace is a nightmare
Grace? the world can burn for all i care
but seriously…
What would i do with grace if you’re not here
Here with me in the land of the living?
Even in afterlife that scene is still chilling
Thinking how i couldn’t end up with you
Whether I live or die?
So take me to the chapel
Where you first felt the warmth
The embrace of the Almighty Father
So that I may understand
Why in this life i couldn’t have you
And just die when i try
Because the endless chorus of hell
Is just a You away.
I started writing this after having an inadequate epiphany in the middle of the night as i cry myself to sleep. and my thoughts was just “sort of everything”