Regaining sight

It was the most darkest cage.
When your soul is trapped, when you afaid to listen, see, even breathe... 
Yes, I do remember.
Is there anything more frightning then to be a slave of your own arrogance,
devoured with rapage, not even know why, or when.
Yes, that was my cage...
Hm, how funny and sad... 
What do you have? Nothing. 
Grief, bittreness... A slight blink somewhere in distance,
a blure image of someone you knew, maybe even loved. 
You can see a warm smile, but you cannot remember the sound of it. 
The only thing you feel is taste of treason you commited. 
The only thing you see are lies you said,
floating above that divine image,
destroying very essence of light in it,
forcing it into nothingness.
You cry, you scream,
but Gods are deaf.
Your tears are poison,
weak as you were.
I was praying for death.
Cowardly, I admit.
I couldn't stand the might of that image
fighting and smiling, even warmer.
Calling you into embrace.
I was spiting in agony on it
running into rotten pits of hatered
builting walls arond my dark soul,
but nothing...
Incredible pain was still there,
Face was pure, smile even brighter.
It was love!
Just, simply, love...
Indeed I was in the most darkest cage of all.
Weak, and alone.
Afarid to listen, see or even breathe...
And it was simply love...