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Heaven for the poor boy
The hills paved with gold
A beautiful skinny maiden
To have and to hold

Heaven for the broken
Is in the shrouded clouds above
Where hearts are sewn together
And steadily stuffed with love

Heaven is for the rejected
Left like dirt on the floor
Wanting heaven to be numb
So it doesn't hurt anymore

And heaven for me
The ideas in my head
I'm already in my heaven
Because I'm already dead

My "heaven" is a room
Echoing with calls
Echoing with screams
With writing on the walls
And stains on the sheets
And scratches on the door
And vomit in the air
And blood on the floor
Poems on my body
Poems in the drawer.
I don't even care
What heaven is anymore

And the best part about my heaven
Of which none of them ever knew
Is that in my bedroom heaven
I was finally safe from you