Other Side of the Bars

My insides withering like a flower
I'm a prisoner of life
Forced to stay blooming
Can't cross the bars in front of me
And embrace the peace that awaits me
On the other side.
In my head it's a graveyard
Of thoughts that were never given
Their deserved form into words
They died halfway before reaching the throat
As life stole my voice leaving me choked

My eyes are tired
Of gazing at the other side of the bars
They know it's a matter of idiocy but
Still hopes to see her closely, her true form
She looks so serene and alluring to them
The longing flows out of them
Like tiny rivers of blood

My ears are hypnotized by
Her melancholic humming and her sighs
She sings in her tender grieving voice
While playing with the strings of that harp
And beguiles me towards her
To fall into her slumber
And find the peace that awaits me

A clot formed in my heart
My heart finds it hard to beat like before
The clot plots the seeds of poison in it
The heart knowingly pumps the poison inside the body
The mind has no will to stop the killing
It follows the heart blindly
To reach the far end of the bars

The eyes with a newfound passion
To continue this endeavour
Stop their bloody tears from flowing
Piles them inside in hope of meeting their end
The ears are solemnly
Following the music flowing in the air
Is it really playing or is it an imagination of the pair?
They didn't notice it at all
Death appears to know what's going
On this side of the bars
But life clings to me
Trying to hold me down
It cuts my wings and seals my hands
It severs my tongue and chains my legs
Slashes my ears and only leaves my eyes
And I again watch her sitting patiently
With a harp on the other side of the bars.

Author's Note

I was just depressed and wrote this recently. Ignore any grammar mistakes and please give your honest opinion...good and bad all of it. Thank you