Awaiting eschiel

as remorse awakes
i reach my open arms out
towards fulfillment
but again return with emptiness
in this celestial cessation of time

too soon this door was shut so tight
bowing down to an untrue fate
means a lesser existence
arise the frustration
from my thickened throat
where confusion etches its mark
straight into my blackened chest

i can't fall again
until you help me up
for far too long i have searched
for a shadow of your own fate

lift this blanket of desperation
from my heart to reveal my lost soul

on my bed of stone
i await your return