That Twisted Mind 2

My heart is a prisoner inside your mind

Chained to a cold concrete prison

This is your hazelnut orbs, your poison chrism

 Tears confined while I watch hope fly

 Marks on the wall mock sanity

 

 Beasts squeal and sobbing, retch

 In your eyes, I may be a wench

 "It is fruitless to fall in love,"

  I told myself, "the love always turns

 into lust, or obsession, or apathy...or the

  love is never returned."