The Halcyon Graveyard

Behind my back tied tight,
My wings of ecstasy, forbidden for flight.
I look around, you must be here,
To free me, and end this state of fear.
That feeling of presence of another being,
The knowledge, all the time, of being seen.
I don’t have to look around to see,
The anonymous fiend lies within me.
As I walk through the halcyon graveyard,
I see the door to netherworld barred.
No place to run, no place to hide,
Devil sent the undertaker to shoo me off, and to chide.
Dazed and confused about what comes next,
You try to console, but for me - it’s the definition of pretext.
I wonder where to put the blame,
I see myself caught in life’s frame.
Waiting for the doomsday with open arm,
No Christ, no Messiah, wonder if there’s Allah or Ram?