Caught in a web of Infinite Splendor,
Trapped in silence that refuses to speak,
Lost in a Reality we cannot Engender,
Afraid of the Light,
I am too weak.
Ensnared by my own discontent,
Bound to this place by Inclination,
Bearing a Message that was never sent,
Can you hear me when I cry?
Do my words Ignite Your flame?
Ever and Always asking Why,
Captured by Wailing And All the Memory it Claims.
Original artwork by: ghyselenbert at DeviantArt.