If I could trap you in my vigil....

When I lose my will to write, shall I be missed?
As I can't resist the brisk taste of disappointment
This bliss anointed by the wiles of life joining
Such pressure upon my heart as cold weathers in forming
A storm within, such tumultuous calming
for leaving this plane, I transcend beyond it
Watching from a distance, left my torment smiling
Grace begets patience, would you believe if I'm lying?
Or achieve in conformity's breathless suffocation
A toxic gas, you're fading, stop tasting
I tried to aid your thought in clouds I'm creating
but you laughed in displacement, losing sensation
pouring from every orifice, your blood is raging
parched from elimination in your gaping holes
your riddled scrolls you behold are so told
to be followed by the masses, or lose your soul
to the blazing hole of cataclysmic folds
lo and behold this likeness is cold.
This likeness is stoned upon the walls of wrong
for so long I only followed my thought, my kingdom
I'm not denying the supposed reticent worded prose
passed down through the ages of religious bolds
I am simply stating I rather see how it goes
while following my own intuition in goal.

If I lost my will to finish this poem
will it be loss to faded dimensions so imposing
within many persons, impressions are focused
creating an army of drones with no purpose
only to follow and repeat from their hollow
the same song struck from the chords seen below...

Nothing, the blank line exhibits misfortune
empty words told, but filled by your conforming
I still rest upon my cloud, watching
every now and then I'll drizzle upon the ocean
the sea of many fish, open to this
their thirst yet quench so they welcome the tryst
I kiss the foreheads of those that fault this
and watch their torment for they are lost, tricked.
This is not a testament to denying the world
only the few that want to see it burn
so in my religion of Islam I was not born
but hold it in high esteem, but won't conform..