I shattered all the mirrors

fearfully hoping

that they won't be able to remember

my face.

Darkest of all lights

most greedy to embrace

surrounded by demons

and breathing in life...

"I don't want to be

a perverted temple of my Lord...

thought His hand I am

I have forgotten how to bear or understand His word..."

Between the tides the time seems endlessly

the force of habit or whatever

pulled me back into a well-known pain.

What uses the knowledge of my progression

when the old world is gone

without a new in sight, with my new found life

I am homeless again...

"I don't want to be

a perverted temple of my Lord...

thought His hand I am

I have forgotten how to bear or understand His word..."

I am falling down

back to the lowest spheres... Do you know my name?

Did you answer

I just cannot hear...