Bag Of Bones

I saw a face in the sky,

That mirrored me.

I heard him talk,

So pleasantly.

Then he hid himself,

Where I couldn't see,

Yet still revealing his words,

And talking invisibly.

Telling me I was the "One,"

The only begotten Son.

What a fool I was to believe,

What my mind had seen.

It all seemed so real,

Yet it made me feel,

Like I was so old,

And my existence foretold.

Now I plainly see, 

That he still creeps around me,

Waiting for me to be alone,

So he can torment-

This Bag of Bones.