When you have gone through hellfire and seen in the eyes of daemon.
While flowers have just withered away and you have felt the fury of angels.
Swimming in a pond of lava where just like in a desert there are a few oasis.
Watching heaven from afar seeing the waves slowly take you farther away from it.
Waiting for a storm of snow to take the fire away filling the world with steam.
Looking for something different that will just be enough to stay on earth.
Sitting in a desolate house on the prairies glancing out on the moonlight sky.
Screaming out to the empty room i wish that I could fly but just now I rather just die.
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