COKE ANGEL

I’m Going to Heaven,

Some say it Feels like Hell.

This is One of your Blessings,

I can Always tell.

I Approach your Altar,

my Offering is my Soul.

I Need your lines of Anointing,

your Heaven is my Goal.

I Remember my First time,

in your All white Cathedral.

It was Beautiful It was Mind altering,

it Truly had No equal.

It Took me to the outer Limits,

it Took me to outer Space.

The Colorful flashes, the Twinkling stars;

I was Filled with your amazing Grace.

I’m Going to Heaven,

but this is Feeling like Hell.

This Must be a Blessing,

but How can I Tell.

I’m Needing it More and More,

you give me Wings so I can Fly.

It’s like Nothing I can Imagine,

they take me Up so very High.

I Feel your Burning touch,

but I can Handle but so Much.

One line for the Left One line for the Right,

then I’m Guaranteed to have a Good night.

With Every inhale,

I See those Pearly gates.

As I Drift off into a World of Ecstasy,

a calming Bliss is what Awaits.

Am I Really going to Heaven?

It’s feeling More and More like Hell.

This Can’t be your Blessing,

but there’s No way I can Tell.

In this Powdery dream,

I see Angels dancing with Demons.

They take me by the Hand;

“What is All of this really Meaning?””

They look into my Bloodshot eyes,

and tell me, “It’s Time for another Blessing”.

Your Power starts to Weaken,

these blissful Feelings are Regressing.

I Must stay in your good Graces,

so I Kneel once more at your Altar.

As you take me Back to my Happy place,

my Body begins to Falter.

I’m no longer Going to Heaven,

I now know it’s Actually Hell.

A Curse is actually your Blessing,

I wished Sooner I could Tell.

“Give me another Blessing my Coke Angel,

take me Away with your White Grace”.

My Body is slowly Decaying,

I’m leaving Reality without a Trace.

It was once Wondrous and Beautiful,

when you Sprinkled me with your Angel dust.

Now, it’s Dangerous and Deadly;

but Taking it is a Must.

Another bump Another hit,

and I’m Right back in your Grace.

“Please Bless me Again my Coke Angel,

I am in Need of a Resting place”.

I’m Going to Hell,

Feeling like Heaven.

Your Blessing was a Curse,

I’ve been Receiving it since I was Eleven.

I am Burning I’m Aching,

It’s Now been Too long.

I’m Tied down on this Hospital bed,

I wish to Hear your sweet Song.

I can No longer make it to your Altar,

but I’m Down on my Knees.

I miss Seeing your Pearly gates,

“Won’t you Bless me Again, won’t you PLEASE!”

I was Never going to Heaven,

I was Always experiencing Hell.

You still Called them Blessings,

even After I Fell.

Now, they’re Burying me six feet Under;

Because it was All very Lethal.

This was your Plan from the Start,

but I Still mean this from my Heart.

“I will Miss you… My Cocaine Angel”!