BOYS

HEAVEN AND HELL

His hellbent eyes, his god forsaken eyes, lusting after the rubble he has left behind him, murky footsteps in his shadow.

I run in dark pursuit.

Lord, forgive me, as I sin. Captured by the curling flames that seem to attach him to this heavenly place, I sigh in relief.

For some reason, as tainted as he is, Lucifers grasp cannot reach him. The black marks that scorch me as I am stepping on hot coals, trying to grab him as he flys higher up with his broken wings; they never seem to burn him.

The mercury dust he has spewed out his bloody mouth rests on my spine, radiation pushing me towards the grey cliff he lay beyond.

And hells flame invites me into the warmth, and I am so tired of the cold that seems to freeze time and make my teeth turn blue.

He whispers, seductive voice, to come with him and paint the sky red and black. Make the clouds tunnel into turmoil, and as all the dust on earth rises into the air, 'we will laugh maniacally. Sin with me, darling. Let yourself be bathed in glory and fires.'

And as I nod, heaven cries out.
The angels are falling.