The Captive - Sacrilege

Down the spiral staircase into darkness beyond

An endless web of hopelessness, a forlorn and lonely song

The vultures silent eyeing, for the first meal of the day

The mad ones tortured eyes from insanity never stray

In the dark recesses of the pit, walls are damp and cold

Prisoner stares deranged with fears both new and old

Brain has but one use now, to torment the captives mind

Body void of use now, it is like a vision to the blind

The soul if freed could flee the pit, and walk above the pain

And once again delight in warm sun and cooling rain

Reality away now, smile glances on sad lips

Whilst glimpsing at the world before returning to the pit