The Passing of Faith in the Strength of Hypocrisy

Conducive to a state of mind in keeping with my brittle faith, I shred the last bits of self-worth to ribbons and patiently wait for your green light to flash, not knowing that you plan to keep me suspended in water forever, with just a tantalizing glimpse into your soul that makes me hungry for the bait, betrayal watching from the wings, swooping to snare me in false vows of purity, all the while hiding panther precision beneath clear-cut hazel eyes, and requesting deliverence in lieu of devotion offered on a silver platter, in a sorry state of love I bend to your shining blade of truth and as in a dream offer myself up, body and soul, to your endless light that displays itself in a fractured mirror, duty to heaven on mistaken pretense shatters my faith in the light, but you calmly smile in sacred beauty and betray my own senses, as I stare in wanton fever and try to hide in cool of darkness and clouded intentions running madly across the page, I hope to doom myself to an eternity sitting by your candle, patiently waiting for the golden key to turn, but the key dissolves into brown paper, the light goes out, the candle snuffed, and I am left alone to ponder in the stillness of an electric night.