Waiting

On my wrists and at my feet,

My containment, now complete.

To hell they say, will be my way –

Leaving dreams to fade away.

Hollow now, I sit and stare –

Recalling deeds that got me there.

I hope my friend will come to call,

Dressed for death and standing tall.

Ready now, I close my eyes –

My heart is slow and tranquilized.

Surrender now – the only way

I wait for him to call by day.

Late last night he left my bed,

And took the halo from my head.

An empty shell was left behind,

A pretty face without a mind.

I sit within my gilded cage,

The need has left to turn the page.

Crying out brings no avail –

My hand outstretched to welcome hell.

Redemption now, a fantasy –

Like men who walk upon the sea.

Where’s the lover who will stay –

And take me in the light of day?

Loyal friend, why aren’t you here?

My journey home is drawing near.

The bitter truth is plain to see-

Even death abandons me.