Gateway 2 Heaven

Nine O-clock at night
I arrive at the party

(Need I remind you I had just been stabbed in the heart)

Half a bottle of Vodka sits on the bench outside
Half full, half empty,
Of tears that I have cried
Poison inside

A cigerette in one hand
My poison in the other
I look over at Izzy and I know that he will understand
He's just like a brother

We turn and begin to walk up the stairs to the apartment above
The stairs are so close together I almost trip
Just before we reach the top I begin to wish I were a dove
To fly away
Fly away from this chaos,
But I know,
My wings would only rip

When we reach the top I walk inside
There's Jose,
Listening to music and smiling, but I see that he too had cried
He keeps saying that it's Friday the 13th,
How cliche
He asks me why
And I say,
"Oh, the Irony!"

So there I was, sitting on the futon
Chasing my pain down with the constant reminder of earlier that night
Ghost and Izzy offer Jose and I a lift to Heaven
When they pulled down the stairs,
I had never seen such a sight

Who knew Heaven would be so close,
But then again, so dark too
We take another drink
(Oh,God, that's grose)
And up the stair case,
We climb on through

I flick on my lighter so that we can see
For a moment tears began to flood my sore face in this room
The light goes out, and I can see what's surrounding me
These walls,
This poison,
These tears...
They're all a part of my tomb

Jose keeps telling me everything will be alright
It'll all work out in the end
"I'm glad you're here tonight"
He told me,
"And I love you for staying my friend"

That brought me to tears once more
So I layed flat on the floor

I kept thinking of how ironic it was
That we're sitting there in that
"Gateway 2 Heaven"
And yet, all this pain overwems each of us

(( it's 10 past 11 ))

Author's Note

The Things You Write When You Can Somehow See Clearer