'Undone'

And should I come to grief to find, no recourse for my actions

Bind me by my words, my deeds, to simple duties blind

I sing of thought, and taste of life, through dreams to be endured

When all I cast are shadows, stinging chasms caused by words

Well to do, well to say 'not real' this inward fancy

'Til hearts won't mend, nor cry, nor die, once pulled apart by will

Shaking hands do tell a tale no focus can deny

I lay me down to sleep and watch as innocent souls die

And where will I find comfort or forgiveness in this dust?

No, love can't break this circle which leads me where it must