I lay as one trapped,
Spun in the web,
I could not refuse to make…
Lost in a World,
Where only death was real,
And all else,
Illusion…

The sound you hear,
Is my world,
Shattering-
Listen!
The pieces are laughing,
As they hit the ground…

God,
Come to me beloved,
For I am tainted,
By the world’s stain,
And need you,
To wash me clean again…

Ah beloved,
You alone can help me forget,
The gentle soul,
Buried in my dreams…

Perhaps you were right,
When you whispered in my ear;

“My love,
We are but clay,
Shaped and baked,
Another’s creation-
Brought to life,
By a God’s shallow kiss…”

This web of life,
Tightens about my neck
Like a noose,
And I watch Death smile,
As he comes to kick the chair
From beneath my feet…