by Scott Cole

In the loneliest prison cell
That's shaped like a heart,
My love's doing hard time
For it's been ripped apart.

Within these beating walls
All my screams go unheard,
Behind these locked bars
My inner hurt is but stirred.

I'm numb yet I'm bruised
My happiness is doomed,
If misery was an island
Then I'm good as marooned.

These tears that I've cried
Slowly poison my insides,
And the further they ascend
The more I feel confined.

When I've served my days
My tortured soul set free,
I will forever be scarred
From the lies you fed me.

Passing time is my bandaid
It soothes my aching pain,
It's the key to my freedom
From your chains of restrain.


Submission date : 2016-10-05
Last edit : 2016-10-11

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