Your eyes adjust to the darkness of the room, Silence. Shattered by the occasional sigh of the walls That confines you to your own sinful prison. Gazing mournfully out the barred windows, Your eyes reflect the moonlight, whimper softly. The white burns your knuckles as you clutch the bars Pallid fingers grasping for emptiness and failing to hold. Cry. Let the tears run through the etched wrinkles So juvenile yet matured, your eyes edge with wisdom. Your laugh has lost all emotion�somewhat monotonous Your soul has known nothing but sorrow, living in obscurity Sometimes crying for release, a pitiful, remorseful cry. Apologies. Irrelevant, carelessly tossed aside Just like your emotions, and your heart, Can you feel it breaking? Like someone�s tearing it in two. Stitch by stitch, sew it back together, won�t you? Hold it together now, don�t falter, you can�t The walls, they hear you cry, they know your weakness now Claustrophobic. The walls, they�re closing in�there�s no escaping now. Suffocate. Die. You earned your peace. Everything you ever did, lays worthless within your frail body You gave up too soon and left everything to rot The walls, those devils, they fed upon your rotting soul And watched you eagerly in anticipation for your early death. Pitiless laughs at your mournful cries But remember, it was you, who built your own prison.
