hell and heaven spent

   bat out of hell , as i swore and i fall . days to short , nights to long. falling falling again starting as another's sin i don't know where i am . i don't where i begin i don't where i end i crumble i don't fall , where it is to end. heaven or hell spent again i know not where i lie to fall into hell again . i know where i cry to be another's sin. this endless this pain corruption in my brain. to fall again to die , to never wonder why to hid inside myself again. to end to crumble to stand on my own nights to short and days to long to wonder if i be again. i know not how this life will end this sorrow of another's day of a swept night away to cast the blow of fate the tide of others hate , this glow inside myself i know not when it falls . to wonder if i stand on my own two feet to be another's hate of feat, this garden of the feelings , this moment of the tide . this session that know one knows why this feeling of self , this attitude of hate . this screaming it all starts to late, this moment of hate , it dies again in the bottom of my hand . it sores and it not know where it lands, its cast aside again and know one wonders y . inside it is this land ,this all consuming land this feeling of feat this moment uncast aside trembling , trembling inside.     pain knows no remorse it feels no reprieve it casts aside no other life for it , it casts side no eagle thrown of it , it knows no tide to end it all to wonder where it starts and the hell begins. death is death as change is change ,fate is all we know to last and even that can break like the shards of a broken glass, wings tempered in iron cast in bronze and gold , they fly and fall but even they wont last at all.  the pains roar on casting aside the hope inside ,wondering on ,moaring the pain of last ,the death and despair we all cast. damnation and reproach are all this world ever really knows, this hate of pain this lord of free there nothing when it comes to the end to you and me, all we fear is hell's furry and heavens free hate for you and me.  blood shed away with the tide lying as it and everything else dies this end it cant be alive this moment even with hope alive it'll kill the tide again and open hell's gate wide again , it isn't just sin that lies again and sends us to hell again , its our sorrow that even when our gone doesn't end, that cant pick us up in the end -sure it can end us all and again , but it doesn't reach us and bring us to heaven again. it ends us again and again.   where do we say when theres no where to play , when theres knowone where to go , when theres knowwhere to be anymore in the sheep and the skin and the hell up again where do we go in the end.