Caged Wrath

What erased this scenery
 So that I could fancy ridicule over pity
 And enrace whatever mocked the sky
 Two hands made these hearts
 That trembles before me
 My loss of grace
 (Their earthly figure with it's marbled face)
 I link the two
 In my heretic poetry
 Rain falls silently
 I am the portal
 A layer of dust
 A burdened insect that betrayed their lust
 I licked their wishes in reverie
 And soaked their crystal trust
 What screamed so annoyingly
 That made you rush through these (strangely) coherent purgatories
 Gloves and masks are these eyes
 To stare so awfully
 At my malignant heresy
 A rat conducted the angels,
 To sing hysterically,
 Songs that whipped their wings
 And opened walls of gloss
 Rain falls abruptly