Breaking Away
What should I say, of breaking away?
Or of the barriers, holding me at bay?
How do I pierce the womb of demise?
Birth Thee, from this lifeless disguise?
Why must one moment expand hope?
And another; form a hangman’s rope?
Cinching tighter around time’s throat!
Squeezing death into all, that’s afloat!
Who am I, to ever battle with a God?
Or fight, his arch-nemesis’ fiery rod?
Am I but a mere mortal, borne in sin?
Shed of innocence, before life begins!
Whence I fall; six feet below my soles,
And life becomes death lying in holes!
Laid below earth, like nested worms,
Resting my head upon natures terms!
What should I say of breaking away?
Are we born to suffer, thence decay!
