Am I

Lost am I,

in the intriguing webs,

spun by destiny,

to affirm the prophecy.

The imminent desecration,

is nearing my soul,

and it flickers 

in haste

with a critical bid

to save the prison of mortal

from a bitter end.

What am I,

in this satanic world.

Puff of angel,

a worthless stranger.

The penultimate beats,

are defeating my grit,

which trembles

in fear,

with a dimming hope

to resurrect me from the dead,

rejoice the last laugh.

Awoken am I,

in life's vicious game,

by your sight,

the saviour light.

The scavenging jaws,

whose vigour is undisputed,

are broken

with force

by my resurgent blood

infused by intense love of you

Survival mode on again.