Hostage to a history of tormenting grey

Draped in times of perpetual strain

Blind to each moment I strive to see

In a coma I fuel the flames of grief

The shroud of smoke cowers and daunts

Polluting the mind with crippling haunts

Doubt is risen and desire falls frail

When a broken spirit rests bitterly still

The poison dissipates as winds cleanse the sky

Flames burn tame invoking vision to a blind eye

Encompassed by tranquility

A being reborn

Is scathed by betrayal and scarred by scorn

Hatred is spawned by a love once drowned

The harp of grace cried a bellowing sound

A coma burn regressed to an infectious wound

As light deflects from a misanthropic moon