Lying dead awake in the cold seclusion of the tomb
The perverse inverse of the innocence in the womb
How long has it been, Lord?
How much more time can I afford?
Didn’t I deny you when I was living my life in times past?
When the faith of my fathers was considered only last
Is there hope to be found in the grave where all life withers?
Surely life must stay dead when death has come hither
Dancing around my field of vision are the wisps of memory
I am losing myself like an internal wound slowly hemorrhaging
My sanity is a fond remembrance slowly fading as I keep sinking
This process of death has no real resolution, just infinite unthinking
Who can rescue a soul in the state mine is in?
And not only the soul but the body its housed within?
It has rotted and the flesh is falling off the brittle bone
More dust now than man I’m becoming more and more alone
But there is hope yet even in the icy embrace of death
A voice shouting out words fiery and alive with breath
Please stitch the fragments of my spirit back together
Uncreated Light cauterizing my wounds shut forever
A new creation gasps for air being pulled True North
As the voice of the God-Man shouts “Lazarus, come forth!”