| Prisoner of your tears, I lay drowning in your arms. Completely surrendered to your burning touch. I have sinned against you. Oh, forgive me for my sins and all of you i have desecrated. Utterly, I become what I hate. Prisoner of your misty eyes, I await the fatal sentencing that will for all time stain my countenance and mar my soul. Lay me on your alter and purify all that I've done, as I could never justify it on my own. Prisoner to your muffled cries, I fall upon my knees at the foot of your bed, where I punish myself just listening to you. All that exists is you in this whirlwind of madness that I myself have contrived. Prisoner of your tears, I am tormented by all I have become, crucified by what you say I am. Become my savior, become my Christ, I know nothing else. I know nothing else, but the errosion of my soul. -end (May 31, 2002) |
| Prisoner of Your Tears |