My vanquished witness

You're poor witness of my sore,
But your anxiety's not inching
To sought the source, where sun no more
Sizzling so vital shrine of healing.

My poor witness, vanquished friend...
Our proximity's warn of collars,
Handcuffs to make me understand
That strength raindrops destroy my horrors.

We swallow silent trigger's click
And wait for clanks attached unleash
Possessed creature. Are we freaks?
The nameless zealots of this blemish...

Your duty, witness of my sore,
Is cell in Limbo's wailing ground.
We crucify ourselves on rout
To Heaven gardens never found...

Not only you who twists the rout,
But it's your fate because of bond
To my rainfall expire on road
And stuffy insulation cower.

Deception? No. Sly artifice?
He thinks it's true, despite all candors.
Decade for soon your authorize.
Blind maze – our curse. Forgotten chambers…

Dark vault without hope-vent'll be broken
Some day. I swear to myself.
My vanquished witness, jailer hopeless!
Fractured mind. Remorse. And faith.