What I have become

I've become the man with the pen
in the dark, in his bed
unchanged and unmoved
apathetic and removed -
in the cold, in the night
in every stubborn fight
do I freeze so cold
as my words go untold -

And yet gone is the mask
which I've worn so many times -
and gone are the chains
that myself I am confined -
all through this, sudden bliss
comes to me from the kiss
of the one who knew before
to open heavens door -