Heart is a box

Lies Perched on top a rainbow,
Angel of death sits across the table
with my dreams stuck in limbo,
tell me again how im able
to step away from this bull shit fable
cyanide skies drip constantly through these gothic nights
plant my heart in soil and see what comes out of spite.
Then Crack my chest open,
decayed from living in sin
as much as i can fit in,
beg-in to break open the box
where my heart sits,
black enough to forget
but big enough to stuff an angel in