Sarajevo

What do you know of angels

And demons, what do you know of hell

And heaven, who shall I pay

St. Peter, or Charon

Who will ferry through the gates

The scraps of this place, the rapture came

Yesterday, the pastors left us to our fates

And I sang songs of Heaven's Gate

And I wrote poems of Hell's layers

And where do I go, from where you've been

And who could've known, it would end like this

What do you know of my sins

To tell me I can go home after this

To tell me I would come to regret this

After I tasted the lips of the goddess, this is the end

Beginning with your hand in mine

What do you know of the angel I've been

How can you reconcile with the devil

I am, how can we swim through

The swells, the fingers grasping at the flesh

How can we play in the light, with flesh marred

In sunspots, tiny cancers that cut through

To the core, what did you know of darkness

Before your eyes adjusted

Know that before I corrupted

The innocent, I walked among them

Sang songs of love and beauty

And in return, they cut my wings

Cast me to the wolves, who taught me to feed

Even when I was full, how could I know

That the next meal would come

I wrote poems of blood and lust

Swallowed every bitter pill you fed

Medicated the spiders in my head

Just to keep them from spinning their webs

What do you know of death

Without making her acquaintance as I have

Every day, travelling along the inner walls

Of her chambers, praying she would

Take me to bed, what do you know

Of survival of the fittest, I have lived

Through your heroin fantasies

Painted your mescaline walls

Tripped over your acid thoughts

Inhaled your world through paper and straw

Admired through glass eyes

The hell that you sought

I have touched all that you are

What do you know of the dichotomy

I have been, the mystery I have lived

The tragedy played on the stage

To an empty audience

Who would still applaud, at my fall

How could they know

I am not fire and iron, I am the forge

I am not the cliffs you erode, I am the gorge

I am the world between where you've been

And where you would never dare go

What do you know of the gods

That you would claim to know a man

Who stole his years from them

And spent every second of his ill-gotten gains

On gasoline and matches.