Look up there! Look at the clouds in the sky! There resides the man who left me to die. Filled my head with ideas Filled my heart with hope Last of all, filled his own with hate Pushed me down a slope Left battered and bruised Yet still retaining a feverish belief. Thought I'd be saved Thought wrong once more, My lord never provided Mercy to my sorrow Never gave me help with my addiction He drove me insane And now regret is all he feels And I? Only pain.
This whole poem is an elaborate metaphor.
