Cold and haze encompass me,
disorienting, yet - somehow,
comforting.
The slightest of sins is yet a sin,
and mine have me.
Bars separate,
support,
my lonely cell.
Bitterness, hatred, anger, pain
flash simultaneously behind dark circles.
Smiles, courtesy, falsehood -
the routine continues.
None ever need worry,
so none ever need know.
disorienting, yet - somehow,
comforting.
The slightest of sins is yet a sin,
and mine have me.
Bars separate,
support,
my lonely cell.
Bitterness, hatred, anger, pain
flash simultaneously behind dark circles.
Smiles, courtesy, falsehood -
the routine continues.
None ever need worry,
so none ever need know.
