Heaven sends a messenger, an invite to return:

A dove that shines a crisp white beam upon my tombstone.

It reads "1989 – heartbreak", a warning to the innocent.

Fallen and lifeless I cower, chained to purgatory itself,

But bound by choice.

Interesting that my memories of both heaven and hell include you.

With you there was no middle ground,

Either I was the star of heaven itself

Or I was burning alive endlessly in a lake of fire

 to which there was no escape.

I wrap my wounds in love notes salted by the many tears I've cried,

The stinging but an echo of the blazing inferno of passion that once consumed me.

Fallen from grace, an ocean of tears surround me.

Should I choose the drown who will remember me?

Who will remember the things I've done and the battles I've fought?

Lost in eternity, forgotten, with not but a parting hope

 That I have made a difference in the life of at least one.

The messenger does not leave me and never will,

But instead acts as my shadow, a reminder of what I'll never have.

As much as I want heaven I've given myself to darkness.

I am the fallen, the wasted, the ghost.