Return love to this soulless host

Nothing is more real than a soulless host

In an instance a whole becomes a hole

I was whole once, my world abundant.

A soaring soul and a heart that beat cadence to my everyday song

An unseen power moved its orders across this life I lived

And it lifted my soul; it took all but the clothes belonging that were left thrown on the ground.

 Presently I now lay in this tomb I once remember being called a bed

Gravity having no affect on the sand of time

Flowing in an abnormal upward stream in this hour glass

Clocks tock backwards and stressful days are multiplied rather than subtracted

No words I say have meaning, more so when spoken to empty walls

And those are all that surrounds me

Surrounds this shell of something that once was

A vacant body roams my life, going through programmed motions

It interacts with those who unknowingly believe the interaction taking place

Oblivious to the dead stare and the once was person with no beating heart before them

What is this rapture that flooded my earth even with all its warning?

When will my heaven come down and be returned to me and I can start anew

Replace this prison with the honeymoon I long for and deliver me from this hell, I now call my days.

Return to me my heart from across the land and sea. Return that which was stolen from me.

So that my body be replenished with life