Limbø

I was happy
Wherever I was
I was happy
At peace

I knew that everyone I cared about was alright
I knew it
Time didn't mean anything
Nothing had form

But I was still me
And I was warm
And I was loved
And I was finished
Complete

I-I don't understand theology or dimensions, any of it, really
But I think I was in heaven
And now I'm not
I was torn out of there

Pulled out by my friends
Everything here is hard and bright and violent
Everything I feel, everything I touch
This is Hell