A lady in the crowd
2015-03-09 05:01:27 (UTC)

Prisoners Crime.

Prisoners Crime.

The lions trapped in a room
with the dead mans cat
It's lonesome in this room
I'm a prisoner
chained legs apart against a brick wall.

I wish I could see
beyond this cracked mirror
Farther than a troubled girl of steel
See beyond this bars of metal.
Oversee beyond this fucking wall.
The secrets of the unknown behind,
Such a strange time.

I'm the second thief
No more,
time slips like dust
On a breezy isolated night
I didn't do anything
That was my crime.

~Yours Truly,