History Departing

You showed me the thread
He has you strung-out upon
The holy existence you were born to
Becomes a part of me
If only for the crucifixion
He places you on his desires
And fastens your flesh onto them
With cheap victory
You know this is wrong
Yet you cannot speak
He has tightened his influence
Over your mouth
And with a hive of bees
He steals you off into his nightmare
Of cold statues and mischievous monuments
Reflecting something of the past
Something I remember quite well
I hold you in my arms
I kiss your faith
It is too late
You are gone
Vanished again into a milky moment
Of mindless mistrust with the promise of
Decay attached firmly to your side