God, The Devil, and Me

Give it back, my mouth is getting dry, and I’m starting to see from both eyes, Chasing heaven is hard work, And suns, Hotter stuff, and even hotter when you call my name, but I’ve been counting the nights, my eyes, although wide open, slowly close, to the angels choir, and now only it feels real to me, every step I take in my imagination, every mile I walk deprived, Maybe in the wrong direction, but I’ve never flown so high, feels like a drug, Unlike any other joy, Even God, when we are one in this Utopian dream, to get a hold of a common beggars, surrealist, but sure, reality, is what he has approached, time and time again, and only it can calm Armageddon’s wrath, I am not the first, nor am I the only vessel, by which they’ve tried to escape, numbness only to the fake, in my world, everything that is not, is, and everything that is, is why my levitation will persist, And the Devil, his will exists, but it is friend, it too looks at the stars for answers, Sit down, please, Will you not join us for tea, I promise you some peace, You don’t have to drink, But you will eventually, Eventually…