Heaven’s Skull

This is the story of the hole in Heaven’s skull.

I found faith
leaking from the hole
in Heaven’s skull

Upon peering in
Riddled with sin
the smoke from my ghost
Wrapped it’s tendrils around my throat
Hissing in silver tongue
”Absolution is a hoax”

It seemed an eternity
I believed the phantasm
of my past
I could not enter, I could not crawl
Through the hole
in Heaven’s skull
I did not taste
the air, thick with faith
I could not see
the light, too bright
for my dull eyes

Instead the air
tasted of ash and flame
By my sight I blamed
the abyss in my wake
For I was blinded
in the holy light

Still I stumbled
Through the dark
Plagued by the titillations
Of my wicked heart

Godless phantoms
Nipping at my heels
Endlessly charmed
Drunk on esoteric appeal

They jeered and they moaned
Obsessed with the proposition
That I am to be
Theirs
and theirs alone

With the last of my will
I clawed my way
Through the valley
where nothing is still

Of death
and the tangible ill
Of beastly violence
and the lust for the kill
Of howls of the damned
and the agony on command

Father, trust me, I know
I’ve always been a coward
But somehow I found
that in my final hour
I cannot fail
and I cannot turn back

Forgive me
for the strength I have lacked
Trust
that I will not crack
For all I have done
And for all I have failed to do
I am sorry

The moment my words
Reached out from my soul
My vision began to clear
and for the first time in eternities
I felt whole

My fingers felt the bones
Of the gateway, the hole
in Heaven’s skull