The Face I Yearn To Forget

Strange being of my acid past
Pray, let me through
And let me live another
Black day with traces of ecstasy.


Cruel mistress from yesterday,
Why did you not
Emancipate me? How come
Thou linger still in my cold, cold heart?


Day by day I seek for justice,
Yet you give none
Of the power you possess.
Am I forever a slave of me?


Yet yours was but a grim visage
Which for a time
Entombed me in cold, hard stone.
Thank heavens, I am resurrected.