My life was sworn to live in light

But it feels like I've lost, without a fight

Here I sit thinking, in my darken abyss

Here I stay, entranced by sensual bliss

In my daze I blink, the world around me falls away

In my daze I watch myself, up on stage, in a mad play

I feel my heart and mind thrashing

This place seems to not fit, to be clashing

But still I just sit there watching, that sad characters fate

I won't go back, I don't want to be him, to feel that hate

Strings in his hands tossing him violently, yet he remained hard
faced

Tracing the strings with a growing interest, curiosity driving me
in haste

Leading to my hands, twisted with malice and moving with loathing

Disgust bubbled up through my blank mind, froathing and foaming

I was bringing despair upon myself, the puppeteer of my fall

Trying to warn my victim, all I could hear was my own call

Rushing towards the sound of my own voice, no longer caring

My body growing lighter, my doubt and sins I was no longer bearing

Seeing ahead that light I once treasure more than life, scared to
let go

Stepping into that light, back into my body, rejoicing, enjoying
the flow

Now I lay, dreaming of tomorrow

Of a time where there exists no sorrow


Lol please tell me how this poem appears to you, I'm curious to how many different ways there are to interpret it ^^