Am I sold to devil?

kerowus-the-inevitable Poems

Say the great old birds, one who haven't seen the peaks and ocean creaks, Not utilized his life in any means, I am that poor fella Bruh, in cage still alive Waiting for emancipation and my first sky dive Was sleeping, heard a blissful susurration and foehn in my dreams Soothed me deep down my soul and sent me into utopian greens Huh, what an outstanding death is sleep! The bliss I had, wonder me into ground to hurriedly seep Maybe this way the dream will become forever The freedom! Alas, bet in this life granted never Berries I would have with petrichor in bulks Still, I had them but with rotten lungs I desire for more sleep to feel this, Long for death before I go foolish, Have it started to leak out of my mind the good old memories The fear and anxiety curb me for I am going crazy My beak broken as I hit the bars with all the hopes of liberty shattered The demons visit to get amused with angel's facade Don't they feel, don't they hear me? The pain and agony through I have been Not wanna be a bird for my resurrection Seems to be my soul's demonic possession Me little bird, the believer of you Almighty Can't you decipher what I speak? You prolly might again be my imagination Is The only job I have, waiting for my cremation?