Seven Devils

I am not in the best condition to be writing anything, and I embark on...this.

Everything is permitted but nothing is true.
I am a rolling stone, do not gather.
Do not gather, seven devils.
Your honey is at my fingertips.
I rub it off with a frozen digit.
Nothing is true.
Everything is permitted.
A rolling stone.

There's no time for split-milk surprises.
I'll heal the slash that circumscribes my ribs.
Force these old bones to stir themselves.
The bones of the earth beneath wrinkled feet.
And then I will blaze past the guards with this heat.

Everything is impressive, but nothing is real.
Can you feel what I feel?
I need some love, first devil.
I need some love to heal.

Your honey is at my finger tips.
I'll lick it off slowly
like a cat with the cream of the crop
at its fingertips.
No - best to say claws -
that tear through the hand
that feeds this cruel tomcat
without proper cause.

Everything is tangible, but nothing's free.
Can you forsake what this means to me?
I need some strength, second devil.
I need some strength to break free.

Your lies bestir the air around.
I'll choke and vomit at the death-rot
that floats up from my feet.
You represent a Maker
that I'm not eager to meet.
No - best to say scared -
because I'm not unaware
that my Maker might just turn away
without care.

Everything is in my head and nothing is my friend.
Can you pierce through what I will pretend?
I need some guile, third devil.
I need some guile to defend.

A shot rings out.
There's no way to tell.
My Gott, run like hell.
The guns descend with a great black smoke,
and the air fills with fumes that are set to choke
the life from the masses, and send them beyond.
Their souls tramped into the dirt.
And how that hurt.

Everything has passed away and nothing truly lived.
Can you understand what I had to give?
I need a little time, fourth devil.
I need some time to forgive.

There's a small amount of distance.
Bridge the gap and don't look back.
With a word-swarm a-blazing around both your heads.
They sing in your ears and you smile and nod,
and muse on how this gets you closer to God
without a bridge.

Everything is hard to reach and nothing comes of it.
Can you laugh at what I consider bullshit?
I need some mirth, fifth devil.
I need some mirth - for worth!

Snore it all away then.
You're in the grip of Morpheus.
He does not allow the muses into his domain.
But maybe that is best,
for he'll put you the test,
and his truths might drive you totally insane.

Everything is waking lies and nothing is alive.
Can you give yourself so that I may survive?
I need some pride, sixth devil.
I need some pride in my lies.

LOVE
STRENGTH
GUILE
TIME
MIRTH
PRIDE

THERE'S
NO
SURRENDER
NOW

Everything is in my hands and nothing's in your soul.
Can you watch and smile at the dice I do roll?
I need you now, seventh devil.

I need you now.