Trapped in my Prison of Blades

by Long untold tale

Sry I just wanted to put up a poem that was buggin me all night.

Trapped.

I have a prison from my hands made.

To be stuck in a castle far away.

Shears for hands forever more,

Locked behind this closed door.

Love spits in my face when I am down,

Made me look like a fool, like a clown.

I have a prison from my hands made.

They are a symbol of the other people's hate.

As long as I live I will be alone.

Forevermore on my own.

I have a prison from my hands made.

Stuck I am with these iron blades.

The thing I have left to love.

Is to carve in the ice my love from above.

I have a prison form my hands made.

Forevermore in the circle of life I am caged.

To live a life of beautiful things.

But for only me to see.

(sry none of that probly made sense. I just wanted to put that up. And sry the ending didn't ryhm. Well not much of it did. Sry it sucked. Please R&R)