Purgatory’s Paradise By Jasen Sousa
Purgatory’s Paradise
Can’t quite tell, whether I’m living in Heaven or Hell?
Tricked by beauty, disguised of where evil lies.
Nature is sacred, inside of the forest exists hatred.
Breathtaking rainbows and earth shaking thunder come from the skies.
Trapped inside purgatory’s paradise, enclosed by its gates,
death is the only way someone escapes.
Temporary pleasure is how we survive, but I don’t consider this being alive.
If we feel emotionally unstable we resort to an expense.
Covering our skin with jewelry and clothes to make sure nobody knows.
We never explore dark emotions to see what they meant.
Trapped inside purgatory’s paradise, enclosed by its gates,
death is the only way someone escapes.
Search our entire life for a love that will not last.
Meaningless minutes turn into unproductive days.
Teachers and speakers try to complete us, we’re not getting stronger, we’re getting weaker.
Centuries have passed, still unable to change our seductive ways.
Trapped inside purgatory’s paradise, enclosed by its gates,
death is the only way someone escapes.
A perfect, precise, poisonous paradise, land full of virtue and vice.
It’s not somewhere I’ll go, it’s somewhere I’ve been.
A revolving world of sin, corrupted women and men,
it’s the world that I’m in.
Trapped inside purgatory’s paradise, enclosed by its gates,
death is the only way someone escapes.
Taken From
A Mosaic of My Mind By Jasen Sousa (Written at age 24)
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Can’t quite tell, whether I’m living in Heaven or Hell?
Tricked by beauty, disguised of where evil lies.
Nature is sacred, inside of the forest exists hatred.
Breathtaking rainbows and earth shaking thunder come from the skies.
Trapped inside purgatory’s paradise, enclosed by its gates,
death is the only way someone escapes.
Temporary pleasure is how we survive, but I don’t consider this being alive.
If we feel emotionally unstable we resort to an expense.
Covering our skin with jewelry and clothes to make sure nobody knows.
We never explore dark emotions to see what they meant.
Trapped inside purgatory’s paradise, enclosed by its gates,
death is the only way someone escapes.
Search our entire life for a love that will not last.
Meaningless minutes turn into unproductive days.
Teachers and speakers try to complete us, we’re not getting stronger, we’re getting weaker.
Centuries have passed, still unable to change our seductive ways.
Trapped inside purgatory’s paradise, enclosed by its gates,
death is the only way someone escapes.
A perfect, precise, poisonous paradise, land full of virtue and vice.
It’s not somewhere I’ll go, it’s somewhere I’ve been.
A revolving world of sin, corrupted women and men,
it’s the world that I’m in.
Trapped inside purgatory’s paradise, enclosed by its gates,
death is the only way someone escapes.
Taken From
A Mosaic of My Mind By Jasen Sousa (Written at age 24)
©