Middle, of nowhere.

Angels on your left
Demons on your right
Singing the love song in bass cleft
Whispering behind your ears in a way you like

Heaven above you
Hell below you
Virtue in front of you
Vice behind you

Are you feeling high
for being in the middle?

Do you feel the Allegro
of your memory killing your past
Do you feel the Presto
of your mind getting blinded by lust

Angels from hell
drowned in this white reality
Devils from heaven
asphyxiated in this blue illusion

Nothing is left




Now,
Are you prepared to face your death?
Are you willing to blow your last breath?

My beloved butterfly
I can hear your envious cry
Are you ready to fly?
Are you ready.........

to die?

~13