The skies pour from my eyes.
Oceans rise and fall in my palm,
reflecting heaven.
Demons beat their slave drums in my
hollow chest.
Cavernous and abandoned.

Dripping from the clouds,
Crystilline angel down.
Glass feathers running down my cheeks.
Devils dancing on my shoulder
and pricking my ears with the past.

Am I caught in sun-soaked limbo?
Here everyone casts shadows
I find mine is always biting at my heels.
But we can rarely step outside forever
and somewhere between heaven and hell
you'll find this nephilim soul of mine.