A Lost Life...

The cold rods of steel
Binds thy self
Thy fingers hunt for solace
The sands of time
Slowly flown away
The dark nails of fear
Pierces thy mind
The music of this lost life
Wicked with the sarcastic charm
Invades with the bleeding knives of pain
Tears would not lose them
The flowing river of red
Discolors with the passing hours
Thy soul flutters
In that barless prison
Seeking ecstasy
Forsaken , thy mortal self
The small window of hope
The last moon smiles in the sky
Darkness is too scorching now
Dawn heralds its advent
The sun prepares to rise
A life is set to lose
The bells of the Hour
Begin to chime.