HEAVEN

That wall behind which you reside harbours all of your flaws,
you’re perfectly human. nothing new.
Many people prior to the likes of myself have attempted to break the brick foundation and peer through to see,
what, makes up such a beauty.
But just as Arthur has his stone and his sword,
I have my key.
That grave in which you hide the real you will only last for so long,
time will only stand so much and you never know what will happen in the future, see
A facade is fun for only for a while. It grows lethargic,
holding your own problems as well as those of someone that doesn’t even exist.
All that weight aught to make you think,
question why you over-ate.
Indulging in problems only residing in your mind.
Centred around the nothingness of the sin.