Can I Live From This

Do you look upon me in hope,
Or in that way to flee,
As a bird from its nest—
Oh, hath thou not seen my pain
Trickle down upon thine head,
A new day,
With soft rain.
With the clouds sparkling high,
Filling the dark, as a reflection of truth.
My heart has now died upon my ways
And killed my flowing spirit,
For which came Love—
Now to the day with you and pain among me,
Shall rise from the pits
Of burning fire in Hell’s belly,
Shattering my life,
As I ask my last;
Can I live from this?