Weightlessly Heavy

Life Turns
in an ever present
revolution of progression
my hands are tired
my shoulders bruised
from holding the weight
of loves oppression
i died in the arms
of realities lucidity
and danced upon
nightmares fire
my eyes sewn open
by the ties that bind
a freedom ive only known
as a prisoner
my castle built upon
a foundation of lies
the rug pulled beneath me
i savored the taste
of failures dirt
swooned at the
soft touch of shame
your kiss of death
left the mark of the beast
leaving me behind
to face my own reflection