Rapture

Caught in a rapture, yet I still feel so alone. Restlessly searching for someone to fill your throne. I cry as I fall and awaken from my dreams, cover my ears to avoid the sounds of my own screams. I am accursed as you drag me to Hell, I pray to the lord to remove this wicked spell. It binds my joints to one another, makes me feel as if I am being smothered. I was the strongest once, I could have been a contender. Instead I smile insipidly, and remain a mere pretender. I envisioned a future full of glamour, so divine; red carpets, Swiss chocolates, chartered jets and the finest wines. Contrarily I am left so bereft, you committed grand theft as you robbed me of the last amounts of love that I had yet to give. Now that they are gone, how am I expected to continue to live? The smile on my face melted off, and smelted; like stained glass, you wear it in your palm. With much aplomb, I enter my tomb, offer alms to those deprived, as I exit life's womb. I am no longer your prisoner, I have escaped the dreary fate that you had set in stone for me. I am wiser now, I can finally see that you are not, nor were you ever, what God had in store for me.