The Prisoner
Love red blood
in the back blackground
beyond the fond
and the spoken token

Liquid fingers open windows
to the light in paneless flows
find their home in another's sea
by truth and angerless eternity
Hidden in the darkest depths of the mind
love patiently waits for its time of free

Dictated by fear of loneliness
we lie to ourselves and others
Infatuation that we disguise
laughs as our hearts break
and the tears that love cries
are dammed by the blind eyes