I) I have nothing

I have nothing, no true life,
And time takes me in its course.
Drowned in sleeping solitude,
To fight the drug at its source.
Waterways mingle and part
And meet the oceans open arms.
When the spice fails and I fall
Who runs or hears the silent alarms?

Secure in the web of softness,
Held in the prison of pain.
When I reach out my hand for the secret
Will heaven accept me again?
When the mask is thrown down on the hillside
And the wine is spilled out on the floor
Will by soul be bereft of its demon,
Will my faith be returned once more?