Hypomania

I am higher than the mountains.

The peak,

the usual stopping point,

was just the beginning.

I go to heaven.

This place is a facade,

I know.

This heaven is not Heaven,

but I don't want to leave.

Who would?

Who would want to go back to a corrupted world when in heaven?

A crazy person;

a person more messed up than me.

It's Hell at the same time;

in contrast,

the worst destination.

In Hell, I am

pushed

tormented

tempted.

The temptations evolve into lies and they tell me to make my trip permanent.

Rather than heaven,

go to Heaven,

permanently.

These lies have so much power that they are able to convince me:

I need Hell

I deserve Hell

The reward for enduring the pain,

the dread,

is Hheaven.

My heaven,

or if I am lucky,

Heaven

forever.

The reality is

this facade of heaven is Hell

in disguise.

This place is founded on temptations

and lies.

This is proof.

The Devil is still alive and at work.