Blacked Out

I feel like a spear is trepassing,

me.

I fell out of my body,

but I'm not,

showering out,

but the shower don't drain.

I want to cry,

tears out of my soul;

but not even my body,

want to let them go.

I'm fallen,

down in my hearth,

waiting a hand to get up.

But that's not on me.

I've to wait,

to regain my guide,

to have back my control.

I am raining,

but this icing,

oh no,

want not let me out.

A spear, in the hearth.

An icy tear, in my eye.

And a ring, in my hand,

blacked out,

like my soul.