Devil In Denial

A summer storm blew in,
A sign to start again.
Salty raindrops on flat rocks,
Accelerating time's shocks,
On my mind, on my heart,
Unit I cannot tell myself apart,
From the criminals and fiends,
The homeless with dreams.

The wind can blow the storm away,
Share a sunny sky on a cloudy day,
Is it but a breath of freedom as I drown in slavery,
Or a motivational moment to live life with bravery?

Every memory,
Soaked in whiskey.
Blacked out of life,
Did you miss me?
Try to keep thinking,
I'm doing things right,
But how can I lose
Touch with my life?

Is it a dare to dream or delusions of a fiend?
Falling at the folly of Gods and a King,
Dancing in fires hotter than hell could bring
,Living life as but a passing thing.

Give me something concrete,
Something solid beneath my feet.
Trying to peer from this hole,
I find the depths are cold.
I feel no heat down here now,
Though God has said how,
We burn in a literal pit of despair,
Where you breathe only flames not air.
Trust me,
It has been cold here since arrival,
Asking myself if I'm an angel,
Or the devil in denial.