Heaven or Hell Roads

Heaven or hell, which is the best place to stay

for eternity? A hole in my soul while I'm searching for answers

and certainty. Like a butterfly on a windy day, even if I

try, I just can't fly straight. I am drowning in the wind.

Rusty heart, slowly tear apart. I still don't know what roads lie

ahead, while I still gently walk among the living dead. Bit by bit,

we are falling apart. We were doomed from the start, from our first

breath, until our lasts. Like the dying echoes from the past,