In Death (The Elijah)

A Heaven made in your love would not be made for me. I'm alone in this world. My dying life you won't see. I bleed real blood and I feel ashamed. Left to live like a demon. In dark and in pain. There's belief where I don't belong And I thought I had found a home there. But I just found lies. If God was real then I would hate him with a passion so strong It bleeds like his death ridden hands. A death that I am so scared of and a hatred. Every innocent life he has taken you would see in my eyes. And the hatred he's left rage in me you would hear in my cries.