Prisoner of War
Prologue
Stuck Inside
You drive me up the wall
You're never there when I call.
Always leaving me alone,
So much my heart is stone.
I've been locked inside this cell
Where hurt and grief dwell.
Locked away like a special prize
Who knows those words are lies.
My hands are bound by crimson chains.
They pull at my soul as they stain.
Staining my heart as I breathe.
But letting no tears fall while I grieve.
I cry for your death, though you live,
For the soul I once knew is gone I believe,
Now another has to claim what was left.
You purged my blood and my soul by theft.
Now I'm locked away for none to see,
And all I long for doesn't start with to be free.
Why? the reason is I wish to save you,
So that you may be the person she once knew.
Untill that day shall come to stay,
I will stay hidden in onyx sheets to play.
I will raze to the ground this fort you built,
And then maybe that's when this rose will wilt.
I looked up at the sky with sadness and pain as the blood of my son trickled down my cheek. War. That's who I wanted to hurt to kill to torture. But no the heavens had something else planed for him.
You drive me up the wall
You're never there when I call.
Always leaving me alone,
So much my heart is stone.
I've been locked inside this cell
Where hurt and grief dwell.
Locked away like a special prize
Who knows those words are lies.
My hands are bound by crimson chains.
They pull at my soul as they stain.
Staining my heart as I breathe.
But letting no tears fall while I grieve.
I cry for your death, though you live,
For the soul I once knew is gone I believe,
Now another has to claim what was left.
You purged my blood and my soul by theft.
Now I'm locked away for none to see,
And all I long for doesn't start with to be free.
Why? the reason is I wish to save you,
So that you may be the person she once knew.
Untill that day shall come to stay,
I will stay hidden in onyx sheets to play.
I will raze to the ground this fort you built,
And then maybe that's when this rose will wilt.
I looked up at the sky with sadness and pain as the blood of my son trickled down my cheek. War. That's who I wanted to hurt to kill to torture. But no the heavens had something else planed for him.