False Hope

Slender beams of light enter my loathsome prison as I kneel,
always silent aways forlorn,
frozen here,
waiting.
Angelic forms wrought in panes of glass loom as dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
shattering my childish dreams.
Suffocation...beautiful crimson life floods my lungs
I lower my head,
submitting to my fears,
to my fate.
The light fades
as if slain by something I am glad I couldn't see,
I die cold and alone.
The hope for which I lust,
has died too,
swallowed by my obsession.
All hope has fled.
Nothing is left.