When I Died On East Broadway
The heavens above me was the colors of hell, and the old Chinese man welcomed me to my afterlife, an angel beside me from heaven
My shadow was satanic, my eyes a tragedy that has suffered, more then hell, but can't see heaven, there is no love in gods house
I died in 2012, I was lead down Henry st
I loved in 2013
I loved in 1014
I spoke of love in 2015
My body is still dead, but my love is still alive
It's around, somewhere
if you find it, you can have it
it won't break again.
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