Choosing Darkness

Gazing up at empty skies -
The clouds milk-white with purity.
I disregarded it all as lies -
No belief, and no security.

A blank heaven is a lonely view -
From the believers I’m ostracised,
They draw a line in the sand round you -
I can’t help but doubt the glorified.

And when in time the air dries up,
And the pure ones await the choir,
My earth, ready to be dug up,
Will be my darkness, and hell’s fire.