Wispy tendrils stealing softly, fire embeds my mind
Flinging seeds of suspicions blind
Hearken now to my story, listen if you dare
A tale of rejection and despair
The seeds of vine’s worries stem from roots of doubt
Can my heart be free from wounds of gout?
What’s this fearsome frenzy, of soul’s shaking sight?
No center for my eyes to focus light
Clouding all my thoughts, dimming shadows views
Fleeting prose and dreadful, soundless muse
Be silent, oh accuser! Be silent, thoughts constrain!
Final dusk creeps to ponder vain
Conflict and torture! Angst and sorrow large!
Loom ever-present taking charge
Vine slinks closer still, darkening my door
Mist steals gradually up the shore
Vine of abysmal anguish! Vine of coarse regret!
Rises imminent fostering final threat
Linger no longer, plant of floundering pain
My true heart desires righteous gain
I cannot attain it! It slips through my fist!
A traitor betrays with conniving kiss!
Flesh rises in me, virtue it defeats
If only grace could peaceful mercy meet!
Reckless is my falling, dreadful fear abounds
I must travel to the burial ground
There I find death, to shameful gloom regress
There my comfort waits to oppress
Consolation in shame, because I know it well
I’d rather have my immortal soul to sell
What’s this vine I see! Wrapped upon the tombs!
I can’t escape its sacrilegious blooms!
Where is my freedom? Where’s my liberty?
Oh this vine of deceit and trickery!
Vile you await, to mock my calm reflection!
Wherever you await is my rejection!
So flee I must, from restful deliberation
And bid this sanctuary salutation
But where is there to go? Can I escape your wares?
Wherever I go, there is your deadly stares
Thorns envelope you, oh poisonous plant you are!
You shoot out darts to wound and scar!
Running aimlessly, my life a repulsive race
I long to find a truly restful place
Does such a thing exist? Or is all fantasy?
My soul will never be given amnesty
Fie soporific waters! You do not endure!
You are fleeting, and certainly unsure!
Shame, doubt, fear, dread, call out my name
Their cries echo forward to proclaim
There is no peaceful life, there is no harmony
Evil reigns supreme triumphantly
So slip away I must, collapse in flesh and bone
A soul rejected, no hope, no love, alone