Fallen one

From Grace I fell,
Blessed by black,
Dressed in wreck.
In the mountain of my soul,
In the sepulcher of my pearl,
Of this obsidian pile,
In the core I am trapped.
My life caught up with me,
And I weep and I shriek in vain,
From the dark crystals,
In which imbibed,
For eternity I am.

My arms and legs,
Are useless now.
Only what lays in my head,
Now matters for life.
On my chest of ancient,
I have held a lotus blossom,
And nurtured it with art,
From the tombs of my heart.
Now I drown myself in tears,
Unable to move and create it again,
So role up repented I have ever fell,
from the World into blessed Heaven.