Heaven's on fire

Heaven's on fire. It's burning bright

as if the tyger was in the sky.

But I know it's in my eyes

the fire that cracks my sigh.

It's is my eyes, that fire.

The fire that burns the colorful sky.

The tyger is but part of the reason and

the reason is not the season,

the reason is not the loneliness of the woods,

the reason is not my creation of flood.

The reason for this brightness and

the burn on my skin comes alone

from my madness and my vicious sins.