Eagerness is beating time

Snapping wild inside my throat.

Voices of burning scarecrows 

Before the forthcoming storm.

The fields that once were mine

Are mourning for their last flock.

My wrath is what overflows

From this corral made of thorns.

Doubts have been scratching my soul,

Conspiring to build a wall. 

A sky full of glowing coals.

This time, Fate wants me to fall.

The greatest pages of the book  

Are turning in a mound of rust.

My eyes are unwilling to look

As Decadence sprinkles its dust.

The bleeding stone is giving birth.

Fresh ink is oozing from the loss.

My veins tremble. I know the worth

Of the bounds I'm going to cross.

Numbness is distorting space 

Skulking wise throughout my bones

Breathless echoes cloaked by smoke

Knelt down at the judgement throne.

The myths I was to embrace

Are crumbling between the flames.

In the mid-death hour stroke,

Gates are open and chains are gone.

Rivers have been changing course 

Since the line started to glow

A crown relinquished by force. 

This time, Faith wants me to flow.