As Satan Takes Note

Raindrops fall upon my eyes.
The Devil's pen writes the first chord.
A breath that leaves me paralyzed.
Satan stands to take a note.

With parchment paper at his side,
thunder calls the lightning ghost.
The rain then stops to realize
the humid air is at its most.

Strings in hand with tearful eyes,
a major lift floats in false hope.
A river darkened - dead to rise,
as Satan stands to take a note.

A playful blaze sparks in his eye;
a salted smile wicks to his face.
With lips apart and temper dry
he clicks his tongue, as if to say:

"I hold the last glow you can find;
stitched the tightness in your chest.
I took your breath when you were fine;
gave some back when you felt dead.
I've killed what love you had inside
and through your mind, I've killed a lot.
I placed a seal upon your heart
and hid all faith to shut you out.
I took you driving to the sea
in hopes you'd tread the waves to me,
yet still you clamor at such depths
in hopes that someday, you'll be free."

And heartbreak shatters through the eyes
as shards fall cleanly through the earth.
This blood I taste, I swear it's mine;
these hands aren't stained with someone else.

The ground no longer holds my stride
and the rain pours but on me.
I watch the trees that try to run
from the darkness at my feet.

And of all the good I've had in life, I dwell on just one deed.
And of all the favors at my side, I'm blind to but one need.
And of all the gifts God sent my way, it's but one curse that I see.
I pray that He would lift away this ungratefulness in me.