cold steel bars
enclose this hollow soul
a life measured in regrets
the ghost of freedom
haunts these concrete walls
its whispers echo loud
memories play like movies
happier days run in reverse
until the reel goes blank
did I truly live at all
or simply exist
a mere specter passing through
the hands on the clock
are no longer my friend
each tick a march toward demise
what might have been
is obscured by the weight
of unforgivable deeds
this eternal night
is my self-inflicted plight
the grave I’ve dug too deep
when the final hour arrives
will I embrace the endless sleep
or will redemption find me
