Paradise, lost

It is heresy, this paradise, alone.

Flashbacks, recoils,
numb just from the tone.
The thunder's clapping,
and it has struck me in the soul.

people that get hit by lightning,
I hear they cant feel cold,
but, hell, what would I know?

Not a god damn thing.
I was raised by angels,
they taught me of holy communion.
Now I hold it with the silence,
I think it really likes my music.

Ah, but to be muted.
I would speak in glances,
and none that knew me would confuse them.

Surely I'm just misunderstood,
I've learned to hide my feelings,
and now I lost them all, for good.

Two robbers,
were crucified with a king,
now I'm offering my diamond crucifixes,
for the Pontius Pilate in my genes.

Mayday.

Forgive me.
I will never be like anyone else.
Never understood how anyone felt.
Locked in prison,
writing lifetime sentences.
Come set me free.
I'm writing you, this letter,
from the cell in which I hold me,
my holiest of holies.

No chances for parolee.

Barring a miracle.