Heaven is a place I know
But this needle sings
A song of shame
In this decrepit house
Built on filth and blame
There's no one here left
To play my games
So into the forest
I must go
For it's the only hell
I call my home
Now feasting
At the devil's feet
A battle fought
Is a battle won
While the war
Still rages on
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Open Letters To Closed Doors
PoesiaA selection of poems from my first three collections with new ones thrown in...