I stand alone on a blanket of bleached white
My skin on fire from frozen angel tears
My eyes blinking against citreous light
As the lure of true and righteous warmth nears.
Time has passed unnoticed in this cold void
The icy hurricane shredding all hope and joy
The desire for love, for salvation, was destroyed
And the lilting song of peace but a decoy.
My soul was stained by a traitorous trick
And now my heart continues to slowly bleed
As the essence of me swirls amongst the truly malefic
And all the demons come screeching here to feed.
That light, that promise for which my spirit yearns
Is in fact no more than a glittery villainous snare
From which only continuous pain and sadness burns
Wrought forth by the blinding darkness of unseen Daymare.
Featured Image: Artwork by Timothy Wynberg