This page I hold that sets me free
Ordains me to captivity 
Take a knife to slice my vein
You'll see the color of my pain
A longing stare across the room
To hear the music of my gloom
The blacks and blues of melody
Burn holes in my humanity
Your eyes, they seek to question why
A thousand deaths are my reply
You'll never touch what you cant see
'Cos prison just won't set me free
© Mirror_rorriM_1999
Author's Notes/Comments: 

If I gave away the inspiration, it would spoil the fun.

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