My Prison

[heroicarchangel]

Images flash before me,
My chains weigh heavily on my heart.
Why do I keep killing the innocent?
Why must I massacre the pure?

I look around and see only gray walls.
All I feel are the cold iron bars;
The shackles have cut into my wrists,
Weighed down by a mere figure.

A silhouette, a shadow,
How can something so elusive be so heavy?
Unchangeable, not

Comments

[crepusculareyes]

This kind of reminded me of a song by Creed. (shhh... it's a secret that I used to like them!) Anyways, the song is called "My Own Prison" and I find I can relate to it on more than one occasion.