I'm a prisoner of myself
A prisoner of my past

A prisoner of my memories
A prisoner, a precast

Solely hanging
chasing time and sand

with bruised hands
I barely crawl

out of an abyss
I dug by my own

I boomingly scream
with silent pleads

a swan's wings
tattered to soar high

an aghast dream
clipped with savage scars

with crimson lips
I chuckle and laugh

with crimson lips
I shed an abandoned cry

passing by the winds
devoured by the nights

I'm a prisoner of myself
chained by the fading lights.