Cloak and Dagger

I lost reality in the wind
of sins and innocence,
Even my dreams flew to heaven.

I simply escape, spiritually away,
yet my being remains caged,
on a naked page, a book unscathed.

Like my life unwritten,
I am antiquity unknown,
perhaps forgotten.

I live in a dome of thoughts;
words are my throne
horned with weakness.

I am pricked by love and
murdered by its sickness.