Rapture

I was born with a black heart and tongues of fire to burn you alive
Because the purest light could only be born in exquisite darkness

Of death, I’ve wished upon many
I’ve uttered the names
And only total annihilation could
Erase all the suffering of the world
Yet I feel nothing

Within haunted chambers
I lay dormant
With fingers, pale and cold
One breath closer to absolution

And death will bring her home
To disintegrate
And death will bring her home
Forever

The only closure, as lungs collapse
The closing walls of my rapture
This hell I call my home