Dangling from a spider thread
silk and strength holding me in place
with galloping emotions carrying me
to the confines of a book unread,
a life that I must embrace
while softly singing my plea.
Not enough to hold me fast
with dripping promises anew
as I wait for a new day to see
another sunrise, oh but at last
the silk will break through
and from all I’ll become free.
Blindness to my beauty deep within my eyes
with my apologetic tongue feeding the lies
I chose to believe while the mirror reflects
my displaced reflection, the unforgiving flesh
that stands on the way of becoming more,
while unable to see what I saw before.
If I learn to accept, will I find my peace?
Will my open eyes help my soul release?
Blindness to my beauty deep within my mind
and in truth or lies the answers I cannot find.
In giving out light I turned to darkness
digesting a moment with the taste of death
brought forth by the insane desires
that condemn me to burn in the fires
of hell itself, but a witness I am to the theft
of a soul lost in its own madness.
In giving out light I chose to be consumed
by the crippling poison left within my skin
from a relentless instant of committed act,
but in giving out light to keep my soul intact
I become lost in a moment of repented sin
with no way back from the blaze of doom.