The Puppeteer

In a night where life has vanished
In darkness which dark souls are banished
Above me lurks a deeper shadow now
With silver lines lighting up this hollow shed

In my desperation, my beloved companion
Everhiding the ways to salvation
I reach out to phasing bright rays
As the darkness above me sets itself in motion

I realize now; I have been much comfortable
With my own sorrow, regrets and solitude
I have now become the puppeteer; in charge
Yet bound to the ugly puppet gazing from my ceiling
Should these bindings of white split and surrender
To my despised companion; may all of me break down asunder.