C'est La Mort

For some reason, he took blame in the way the world had screwed him over.
For some odd reason, I've always found that depressingly hilarious. He could be gifted the world, and he still wouldn't know what he had done to deserve it. Such beauty and clumsy grace isn't meant to be so guarded, so quiet, so gawky and sad.
I've never believed in the afterlife. I believe in Heaven and Hell, but its all a living purgatory. Heaven is the thing that is the hardest to reach- undoubted happiness. While Hell makes its way for the worst, crippling them with hard, cruel depression. Currently I'm in purgatory, but I've experienced Hell and and I've been to Hell. I think I've only grazed Heaven once or twice, but that's okay. I was born in Hell, so that means it must be my home.

But darling, you're the closest to Heaven I'll ever get.