Paper Ghost

	Today I would learn
	the art of leaving earth
	the calculus of sin
	and salvation
	The war I waged with death
	was far above my head,
	the winds of Heaven met
	the gates of Hell.
	The angels sang eternally,
	while the demons were encouraging
	all that was inside of me
	to give up hope.
	This is how it feels,
	this is how it feels.
	You were standing there,
	running a brush through your blonde hair,
	unconcerned with the affair
	because you had faith.
	But I wish it came so easily
	to a boy afraid of everything,
	but this felt like an awakening,
	it felt so free.
	This is how it feels,
	this is how it feels.
	This is how it feels, this is how it feels.
	When the hourglass drained, I swear my world was shuttering.
	When the hourglass drained, I swear I felt the summer rain.
	When the hourglass drained, I swear it was my wedding day.
	When the hourglass drained, I found what I'd been missing.
	For thy mortal self shall die,
	but from the grave we will arise
	and death will be described as a
	paper ghost