Jordan Dashiell

Lonely Heaven

Jordan Dashiell

I hear the echoes of Eden Call out behind that gate Beckoning the heathen Come in, it’s getting late

Hold the flaming sword between my fists No devil deserves the paradise behind me

Pools of gold with scarlet laden wrists Against my own wishes, the nectar summons the bee

I believe that every empire fell Due to its own inability to tell its people no

I believe the heaven that I know Gives too readily, and one day will have nothing of its own

Benevolent angels are easily taken advantage of Excuses of humans will only abuse that sacred love They come to paradise cold as ice, and it thinks it can save them But they don’t care for love, they just pick the fruit and run

God is a lost little girl who gives more than she gets Waiting for her creation to be her friend But company only calls as a last resort When every other road has reached its end

It’s a lonely heaven When angels realize no one care The roads are watered with their eyes And wailing fills the golden air