Entombed, cradled, swaddled in grave clothes,
Forced upon me, raping with its threats.
I am the sepulcher of a demigod.

Requisite homage, subservience, love?
This the way of a master.
I am the serf of an apparition.

Guilty of honest inquiry, I have questioned the One.
Failing to see mercy in abject mental poverty,
I am the sincerely unconvinced.

Emptiness beneath an unforgiving sky,
Echoing in the minds of the mourning,
I am the desolate grave of the insane.