My eyes have turned to dark pinnacles

Concealing the madness I hide behind them.

My head bears the countenance of a morning star

Holding onto the promise of a brighter horizon.

My shadow follows this body with evil intentions

Conspiring to strangle the secrets from my lungs.

My soul cries out through pressed lips

Yearning to touch the Sun once again.

My mind weeps with the whispers of the dying

Burying my conscious under the woes of the unseen.

My mouth holds the voice of ten thousand martyrs

Breaking the shackles of this world around me.

My hands are nailed to the cross of my persecution

Praying for an end to be near.

My heart holds your Christ captive

Wishing for comfort when all mercy is gone...