I whisper to loneliness
Silence speaks back
.....in color
Through pooled frozen
....tears
To the depths of my
soul i travel
Searching the snare
for release
From this self imposed
....prison
Entombed by pride
The executioner awaits
self righteous
Not pardoned by
self pity
So to the depths of my
soul i travel
Searching the snare
for release


aye i guess we can all relate to this, we make our own prisons 

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