Heaven

Bury me, tell me her name and resrsnge till the image no longer looks fsmikisr. Kill the thing that was left behind. Bury him.

Find your way bsck tk me so the new image can smile, dig up his own grave and remember something before throwing it away again.

When the dead stand he smiles, in memory. Sweet memory of his little piece of hesveb. Someone comes over to kill all.

The sweet masacar between he and heaven, or forever in hell. The world gives no answers, yet the weak heart also falls silent.

Silence becomes all, its a meaning. A sadness understanding that all is coming to a end. Beyond the end no one can say, beyond this end will one day find happiness.

Though possibly not in this life, not in this.