Jonathan Merida

Heaven

I am loosing my fucking mind over you. My every waking hour is haunted by your absence. Every warm memory of you takes form of a blade, ripping straight through my chest.  I long to hear the rain and the sounds of you sleeping. Laying alone my bed feels like a coffin cold, lonely, lacking of any small comfort. My demons stir sharpening their claws using my heart like a wet stone. Teeth showing from sinister grins as they whisper temptation.  I wonder…. how far is the fall once you’ve been kicked out of heaven ?