Fallen from Grace

In the midst of a storm,

my feet are still

each breath choked,

my voice is mute..

I fight to live,

defeated by self..

I am the mirror and it's drugged reflection.

I've fallen from grace.

How do I hide my tainted self?

How do I find my way back home?

I've fallen.

Like white noise,

it echoes inside..

Like the devil,

it snakes inside..

As I try to piece my shattered soul.

I am modesty, it is my veil..

We are tainted ; we are torn.

From untouched modesty of an untouched self...

I've fallen

How do I look them in the eye?

How do I find my way back home?

How do I hide my tainted self?

I've ended. I've ceased.

I'm black. I'm white.

I'm the sand in a rainless cloud.

The black of the night.

The flicker of the flame.

I'm a dream.

An apparition.

My own shadow I fear.

Like a damp twig, i burn, i sear.

I am illusion. I am shade.

I am flesh. I am soul.

I am still. I am mute. 

I am resolved.