all the demons & angels keep shouting at me

and all the demons
and angels
keep shouting at me –
i’m clinging
to the edge of sanity,
so tell me if the
fall from grace
will be painless?

nothing in hell
scares me
and no place in heaven
entices me
and existence doesn’t
tempt me;
society is trying
to resuscitate
me whilst
crushing my
insides.

and all these
angels and demons
seem to leave me
at the mercy
of my own
conscience;
i have created
the ruins of a
lost world
where the hopeless
and scared and
dangerous and lonely
pass through
and it seems
i have taken
it upon myself
to be a permanent
lodger there –
gatekeeper who
tries and fails
to keep the angels
and demons at
bay,
for they keep
shouting at Me.