Analysis of The Thing That Never Dies

Caught in a net of memory
Whose pale strings have learned reinvention
Muting the delusion I hung my heart to dry-
On willows weeping, evenings singing
Melodies far-reaching wherein angels cry

On footstools I was clinging
On thrones I was all feelings
Bending-Shouting-Clinging
To seas that never dry

Well-up in the silence
Burn me in my twilight
Take the rope that I had
Torn with careless guile
Only to discover-
Bewilderment I shuttered
That I sold a lover
To the devils at my side

Take me to my ruins
Where my only truth is
That I'm all about-
The things that never die.