High Wire

Love your pain,
I love.
walking a thin gray line looking up at Heaven
and treading inches from damnations edge.
Feeling the heat of Hell.

I don't have any wings..
so when I get to the end of the line..
Nothing left but a swan dive.

Leave it all behind,
take destiny by the throat,
strangling the demon within straight down,
ready and willing to accept fate.
What awaits?
Only God knows.
Thus I shall bide my time and as I take in the flames,
allow this to grow.

Breathing brimstone on my journey,
right across the line,
fire at my feet,
and Heaven at my head,
eyes filled with both lands of the dead.
A sweet serenade plays,
and a symphony of insanity aids in my decay.

Children come from the holes in the endless energy,
falling, into flames,
or flying into the chimes that Heaven has to ring.
From the bells of Angels,
to the bowels of Hell.

One choice or the other,
because I don’t see many on this high wire above the lake of fire.