Inside minds of dimmed lazy eyes
which claim to see until
seduction creeps in as they get entertained
while drinking life dry
from visual screens.

A distraction at best,
demonic at worst.
A spell conjured up
by Charmer’s enchantments
from the shelves and the draws of past
where warped perceptions that lie
are only remembered in place of existence.

Can you find your way again
or is love not to be embraced
inside the dark belly where all direction is lost
while at the mercy of ghosts?
Nothing to grab onto as you’re lowered into the grave.
They did their job,
it’s been done well,
an identity’s been robbed
and now they get what they deserve,
a created soul to feast upon.

So redeem my soul from grave,
surely take me to Thyself.
I have called out in my life.
Knowing redemptive mercy Blood
I shall arise too, understanding nothing is free,
for I have decided to look at your cost.
There is nothing above Your price
upon the cross.