My heaven consists of heartbreak, internal pain. I nice dark empty room with nobody to talk to and nothing to listen to besides the beating of my own heart and the air in my lungs. My thoughts drive me crazy, a road I've been down numerous times. I know every curve they take me down, and every dead end road. Without pain there is no pleasure in this lifetime, and without knowledge there is no power.
These things are my heaven, and of course you all most likely see it as pieces of hell. To each thier own. Opinions are more than welcomed, and even more so encouraged.