Light (sonnet raw)

No strength to move my legs away from bells,
From all my thoughts these walls are colored blue,
That arch from crest to trough in binds of two,
Amongst these secret knots of ours to tell.
Weak throat and lungs of sinew sing farewell,
Frozen - I stand, A hundred souls in view,
As all the light begins to bend to you,
A moment more, and gone you are. Like hell!
With all the virtue from my dreary past,
Like fathers and brothers in arms, I'll rise,
To make me yours and you of mine alas,
In all the numbing years of lonely nights,
And dreams, that broke in half and fell to fast,
You'll stop -- and see me standing in your light.

i wrote this really QUICK. i should tune it up and give it more attention

you steal this, i'll hunt ur ass down.