This place

This is the place where all the treetops go when they reach the
ultimate height,some say they never end, but Ive seen the proof.
This is the place where all the devils sing their soft lullaby, the
sound is so enticing so beautiful, but then I listen harder they're
dieing, not singing, each note is a gasp for breath I run and cry not
wanting to listen anymore.
This is the place where all the angels bleed and mend their broken
hearts, its actually quite funny watching them break and slowly drift
apart.
Where is this place you may ask and Ill tell you where it is, at the
bottom of the sea, at the top of the clouds, on the finger of a God, in
the heart of my soul.