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If Heaven Exists
I walked across the earth today, A ballad seemed to trail my way. I think the sirens called to me— Into their ship beneath the sea. But what had scared me wasn’t beasts, Or skies that dulled to stormy greys, Nor was it how the ballad screamed— But that I wasn’t scared. Not fazed. I’ve been so many kinds of soul, But never human. Never whole. I crossed a bridge that swayed and cracked, But that’s where I would find you back— At the world’s end. Where all fades black. What scared me was not sky or shore, But that I never knew much more. Was there a truth I couldn’t see? Was a black hole waiting for me? Was this the end, or something blessed? Are we in heaven— If it exists? The sea was made of all my tears. But what had made me cry weren’t fears— Not monsters, Not the song that tore, But knowing I was here—no more. The last on Earth. Or maybe not. Maybe it was a dream I’d caught— One I’ll never wake up from. Or maybe this was heaven… If such a place could come. Are you real? Or are you just a name I follow? A shadow I can’t reach? Or death? Death is waiting. But slow, it nears. I’ll see you there In a hundred years— Upon my bed When time runs dry, And I can finally Close my eyes.
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