Living death

As now I walk through the hallways of time
I look back at the evil cost and fee.
With gift of pass I thought things would be fine,
But I now see the poison on the key.

If only you knew how deep you've cut me.
If only you knew my absolute pain.
What you thought was and felt setting me free
Has made me struggle with might to stay sane.

With grace and Beauty of a great white crane
You deal out hands of untold suffering.
I try to stop this hate, but it is vain
Against your onslaught there's no buffering.

You act like you know nothing of your thorn
That has killed me and in life death is born.