A prison cell can no longer describe where I have been forced to retreat, because here is where the time slowly drizzles down the wall.

My arms display the blood in which I've shed, and if I could escape I would, but the prison walls are etched with name. What once was so peaceful so beautiful is now my shame. Another hash mark in the window sill, and I still can not reach behind the bars. Time slowly falls down the walls not by seconds, but hours allowing its painful residue to touch my arms.

layered like bars, rain drops patter on the ground outside. I cant help but stare at the sky, sometimes just to watch the clouds pass by.

It feels as if I've been abandon here for an eternity. Time never passes just falls. I can not let go. I can not see. blind, because no one will hear me. Muffled screams choke my fading last word. I think I'm dumb, and I could never spread my wings to fly.

To fly how untrue it seems.

And off in the distance, I see the sun so bright and warm. Its joy trickling on my skin. A tactile expression longing to set me free. Home to far away to be heard softly. The distance between barred by selfless means, molding me.

But in the back of my mind hangs a residuum from what has been left behind. Including me, and so it sings off centered and slightly to the right. Northwest, mocking me and lieing to me, of what could become.