A cheap mime

 I bragged I smote Asmodeus
That I conquered the lust blowing winds
Near the surface of hell
But he didn't die or even give in

In my will is a heart wound
The strength I wish was mine
All projected 
Like a cheap mime

I'm now thrown into the upper atmosphere
Where the storms tear me apart
I know this fear this compounded anxiety
I cannot recognize this heart

Why should I be defeated at all
I've come this far through dogged attempts I am asked to leave
The veins of desire attached throughout never to release
When I try to go, the breeze swells into a huricane

Wings are broken and I'm lost so far up in the updraught
Whirring and plummeting an awkward tornado victim
A cheap mime, a million miles through cloud and sin
No sun, no day not even a solstice

Again the spin, rain and wind to wash me of it
Place me down to see me reach for the same goblet
exacting the gales and lifting me for punishment
looping until my face forms an eternal lurid grin

(but in the end I smash Asmodeus with the help of big old God)