Left Me For Heaven
The night still echoes with tongues and broken vows,
Where lips confessed hunger but hearts were made to bow.Desire burned in shadow,
then dissolved in holy fear,
One lover’s mouth pressed to flesh,
the other praying to disappear.Love tasted of ashes, passion stained by shame,
The cross, a razor between pleasure and blame.She wore guilt
like a wedding dress,
Stitched with fear, adorned by repression’s caress.
Questions withered where faith was fed,
Bodies tangled, but spirits fled.She turned
away—said heaven’s door was opening wide,
While he remained in hell, burnt and denied.Prayers clawed at the air,
looking for a sign,
Her peace, an illusion, his suffering by
design.She left him burning with unanswered ache,
Her God was salvation—he was the mistake.
He screams at the walls, curses at the sky,
Drowning in longing he can’t deny.She found her God,
but left him with the flame,
She whispered salvation, but damned him by name.Now every prayer rings hollow,
every night is raw,
Her faith a fortress, his hope just a flaw.Love twisted by doctrine,
passion seared by creed,
The holy were saved; the rest left to bleed.
He wears the question as a scar,
Locked out, alone, wishing on a star.She
traded their nights for an empty throne,
He burns alone—her shadow carved in stone.He calls her, lost,
across the great divide,
Only her absence ever replied.He bears the cost, he owns the pain—And still,
each night, he whispers her fucking name.