Prisoner of My Own

Prisoner of My Own I immured my soul within a paper and locked it with ink Within cryptography of my nocturne, I write hope and despair notes My jailer is my twisted mind, feeding me dark thoughts And my heart blackens more and more within each word I write. The walls of my soul suffocate the screams of my consciousness Ink pens my confessions and those who I condemn day and night Ink shares with me my boredom, the eternal and the most abyssal And the swarm of dark thoughts manifests to sting me in the soul. Anguish and despair flying in my soul's air, letting it damp The air smells excrements of the devils turning around me. I lay my soul confiding in paper divan, I'm being psychoanalyzed Fighting the urges and complications of my Oedipus complexes.