Untitled #21

I cannot see anymore
I have been blinded by my own paralyzing fears
I cannot hear anymore
I have deafened myself by countless screams
I cannot dream anymore
Sleep is something I have not done in years
Witless and wandering in the dark
I've stumbled way off the mark
and in my own delusions
replaced with subtle confusions
I've torn my senses wide open
on this crown of thorns I now wear.

If angels hear my cries
or devils cast so low
To purge me of my sins I cry
to wipe away my sorrow
As they cast aside, the things I hide
in wait for lost 'morrows
Such smoky pits and golden gates
sulphurous air whispering
and divinities trumps alluding
To broken halos on brimstone paths.

And weeping in my solitude
for things I have not done
Such dreams invade my psyche
Battles lost or not yet won
Deluded in my haunted soliloquy
and hunted in mine own mind
I cast aside my fanciful designs
for darker songs unsung.

These hidden truths that do confound
as the nightmares plague my thoughts
Monstrous delights on moonlit nights
leaving me, torn and rent and bound

Oh let me sleep in the comfort of your arms
as the chill seeps into my bones
A final glance at futures past
This grave my only home.