• The bars of my cage are ruethless and worn
    my hands are cut and bleading from beating against them
    I am just another prisoner of life
    a Loner destined for Death.

    The one I Love is gone
    the winds have shifted.
    I look into the distance from my cell.
    The sunset is heart breaking.

    My heart aches to run in the grass,
    wander through forests,
    wade through rivers,
    feel nature around me.

    But I am a prisoner.
    The world is cold and hard.
    I am given only bitterness.
    No Happiness is spared for me.

    Hate.
    The one word that describes my life.

    My cell is small and confining.
    The cement has cracked but still holds strong.
    A mat and a blanket lay on the floor.
    No luxury for me.

    I wonder what I did to deserve this.
    A Past life?
    A Future one?
    I don't know.

    I turn towards the door and see my captures.
    The ones.
    Death
    in its Human form.

    Sometimes I wonder if i will ever get out.
    But I know this will never end.
    Thankfully I will.
    Death will be better than this.

    But I will not kill myself.
    It is too much pain.
    Plus I promised.
    I promised I wouldn't.

    So I shall wait
    until Death knocks on my door.
    Yes I am living
    but I have giving up.

    My heart is empty.
    I am a ghost.
    My friends will leave soon.
    They have served their term.

    As I wave good bye some feeling comes
    a spark.
    However small.
    It is something I am use to - Saddness

    So I wait
    and wait
    Until my final day.