There’s an element of the excitement I miss
Not knowing when the buss’ll come
Or who’ll walk by the bushes as I squat to piss
When I’ll fall back through the front door
Or sleep off all this
Picking grit from my fingernails
As I set sail on cheap spirits
To find my way to Heaven again
But Heaven don’t come when you call her
She’s ill trained and vindictive
Wants me kissing dirt
And’s been telling everyone my secrets
I see all these kinds and creeds
Wandering the streets
Looking for her now she’s done with me
They want their little slice of Heaven
They can’t predict the night
So they circle sharpened nails
Through her thick tails
Until those serrated teeth do bite
The statistics will be posted
Per capita factored in
And covered faces clear as light
Heaven will laugh, at her aftermath
That hungry belly stuffed
Because enough will always roll the dice
On that trek to Heaven
You’ll see friend and foe alike
Feel yourself smarting out the universe
As you scatter curbs like mice
Don’t let her push you to wrong
Because it’s what’s been feeling right
Damaged, insecure, money to owe
You know you’re just her type
You’ll dance to every song they play
Stroke naked arms
And loop until wrists cross at waist
But every body just insatiates
You carry on like this, until sunrises’ fizz
Roll on home to rot the sheets
A dry tickle in your throat
An ice pick headache when you twist
And aching toes that still tap the beats
But you feel dirty, you know what you did
Was cheap
And when Heaven finds you
She’s make sure what you sow
Is what you reap
The memories will be captured
Replayed at every anniversary
But you stopped searching for Heaven
A while ago
Don’t recognise your own stories
Yet she will immortalise you
Hold you legend for your evil
She’ll get your songs to number one
Your fashions to the people
They’ll ride your point
Like a belly on a zombie knife’s tip
As if an angel spinning a church’s steeple
Slaughter each other for it
Until it starts to feel biblical
And Heaven will be there waiting
Face sweet as heated treacle
They’ll hang your pictures at the fireplace
Swinging throat
And settling cleavage
Sing your name in worship
Suck your spirit
As they toke like leeches
I know all of this, because I have been her martyr
I remember how the weekend preaches
And detours salvation until after
But you can never reclaim before
Can’t replicate or forget
Maybe hellish to muscle the righteous trek
Bypass the illustrious temptations
That pepper the path that Heaven sets
You’ll be a stronger God for it
Left unwanting for celestial adoption
So when they invite you out this weekend
Remember “no” is a worthy option…
by Lyric Deep.
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