I was born this way,
Mortal yet not,
With a soul from beyond
Which in daylight cries;
But at night sweet music makes.
At the back of my mind, a whisper
Whose addiction continues undying,
Of things beyond the flesh
Seen only in the gaze of an eye,
Whose window must terrify my own
As I dream of what may await me.
Ever I persist, on this quest
For the black to my white
That yearns to be absorbed, contained,
By one whose wings can challenge my own
And to a place carry me,
That for you is Hel,
But me…
Heaven.
