The tension is building between what was and what is,

and I am in the middle,

arms and legs tied and outstretched.

I feel the darkness drawing me back in,

and I find in me the desire to be consumed

in that darkness. 

Oh, how quickly the light fades

when my eyes are turned away from the sun. 

And why do I welcome the blindness,

that sinister guide into destruction?

Why do I welcome the hooks in my skin?

Why do I heed the lies that whisper

the sweet, sickening murmurings of death?

Oh, what place in my soul has given these lies and this death

such a place as to have safe and welcome harbor!

Oh, how intoxicating is the drink of disillusionment,

and how bitter on my lips is its taste!

Why do I open my mouth to the poison

and my ears to deceptive words?

 

Oh, where is the light that I may be bathed once more

in the warmth of its embrace?

And where is the peace that guarded my soul?

It is not in this place;

I must break free. 

Let my flesh be torn as the hooks are torn away

and the bonds that tie me be loosed. 

If I die, I die, but first let me live. 

Let life fill my heart and my lungs

and course through my veins.

I have lived so long in the realm of the dead.

Let me now walk amongst the living,

alive as they are,

and seeing and hearing. 

Let me feel that which is to be felt in the light,

and let that light pierce this darkness in me.