Still there.

I fiddle with the fetters
that chain my soul
completely, and
weep.

Are you there?

I crawl and
creep, around
the four corners of
this prison cell.

Are you there?

I bleed
anxiety.
I feed
on tomorrow's promises.

Are you there?

I starve; since, the soul
cannot live--
on a diet of sin.

Are you there?

I take sick pleasure in
unconsciousness:
"Sleep is the poor man's bread."

Are you there?

The ghosts of dreams
I dreamt then, still control me,
and I fantasize about
death.

Are you there?

I awake, weary, and
you
are there.

I lay down
in bittersweet rest, and
you
are there.

You love me! You love me!

So this cage is not so grim, nor these mortal blues I sing
all-consuming.

I have you, and that's all I need.
You love me! You love me!

An electrifying touch:
DEFIBRILLATION
I revive to your passionate gaze!

"Amazing grace, how sweet the…”
EXPLOSION
that liberates and redeems!

Enter Savior:
Inhale agony,
Exhale peace.