Falling from grace.

Surrounded by people yet I'm feeling isolated,
Lost in the dark pit of my soul,
Look with pity at the life that I created,
No solace, no sanctuary at all
Distant glimpses of the world around me,
Hazy concept of light that's growing dim,
Martyred by the clouds obscuring sanity,
Possessed by screams silenced within.
Jaded wisdom, this lost connection,
Speech transparent and disappears,
Others left in contemplation,
While I drown amongst my fears.
Kneeling down at demons feet,
Surrender to the life consumed in pain,
Taught that numbness feels so sweet,
Skin draws in the poisoned rain.
Regain my composure, smooth the lines of torture from my face,
From poisoned exposure my soul descends it's fall from grace.
They watch me fall before their eyes,
I reach  to grab their padlocked ears,
I loose my grip to realise,
They do not see my bloodied tears.
Wrap the wings of darkness around my lifeless form,
Take me down to the pit of my own will,
I reject the notion that life needs to be warm,
Don't stop the descent, take me deeper still.
Sleep in the spaces between the baptism of death,
Rest only comes in torment,
Don't come near as the poisons on my breath,
A gift of exchange from the serpent.