I'm prisoner of Faith, where lies are not far beneath me down
Stuck in these walls of treason, the truth doesn't come around
"I'm a prisoner of words unsaid" my freedom is far from me
My words remain unsaid, my tongue poisoned, my eyes do not see
The terror surrounds, invades with the spirit of the dead, going insane
I'm going insane with these shackles of fate, the dead are calling my name
Dance with the Angels in my dreams, listen to their hallow cries
Thy dead block my road to freedom, thus everyone around me lies
I'm a prisoner of faith, with no more words to say
With my words unsaid, do not wish to see thou another day
-Magnus Ivar Markusson
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Hmm, not sure I recognize this one, so I'll give it a comment ;) It was good, as usual, but not your best.. I look forward to more poems! :D
ReplyDeleteit's an older one;-) it's not easy to top a poem;-Plool
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