trapped within brick walls of red
and all the quarrelling voices in my head
not a single way of escaping
silent surroundings chaotic mind
for i am a prisoner who hears no one
but myself declined
i am a prisoner stuck in my own soul
but who am i to say such thing
when my conscience is as hollow as can be
my guilt never-ending like the sea
eighty-five bars of steel ceiling
not letting a single trace of light go through
not letting in a single blessing
or a single chance of hope
frozen and cold
like my prisoner heart

innocent on the outside
and a sinner inside
having endless of freedom in the world
but not in my own mind
which is about a hundred times worse

*-djs