THE PRISONER


Walking through my mind in search of the vine that was once there,
only to find a land of plain white sand.



Disappointment is the word that could not be said to phantom the rippling pain that surged through my chest.

Where have the vine gone?
Where is the place I once called him?

All I am left with is a dark room in a cold night with no voice to call out.

Tripping on the ideas I have killed and haunted by my nightmares and dreams...

Save me for I am losing myself with every air I breath.

How can I escape from myself?
How can I break free from the chains I made?
Why is my mind becoming the end of me?

Guess I am just a prisoner in the thoughts of me....

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