• leoz_inkz 5w


    What would you call days in captivity;
    Where your only companion,
    Is the imprint you leave in the sheets.
    Days where the jailer and inmate;
    Are all one and the same.
    Days where you lose all sense of time;
    Failing to see the sun live out its day.
    Days where you speak not to a single soul,
    And your ears, amnesic to the sound of words.
    Days where your lonely eyes,
    Sees not a single face;
    Not even yours.
    Days where you cast aside your trusted mask;
    To bleed out the poison;
    From the wound in your soul,
    Through those pair of lonely windows.