This Statue's Soul

The sun's too much! It throws insanity
at these cold eyes of age-old stone,
dethrone my body please?
This prison's a tortured cyclone,
a waltz of emotions in vanity,
I surrender with ease.

Pleas catch light
as I shield sighs,
there's a lifetime in today.

Flay imagination's complexity,
I master the art of alone,
tones of agony tease
as the wild universe is sewn
into the cracks of time's complacency,
the day I can not seize.

Seas of white
noise fold sunrise
into madness while I pray.

Play notes of mercy for this statue's soul,
whole moments stretch me but never console.