Sweetheart, are you feeling closer?
Close to the line hype of the sky?
Or is it better from it's distance,
To see it clear?
To deal with your fear,
That you hold inside,
Is the devil you see?
Go, all the life you'd leave behind,
Still forcing yourself,
To bear your cross.

God bless you all,
Born the way you were.
Love death in life, [bad word] through.