These four walls that surround a determined mind. Will never reach freedom. It's dreams of soring the sky to reach the unreachable have been destroyed. It's wings have been torn off. The blood that sheds forms the memories of the shattered dreams. When the wings were destroyed so was its identity. A lost soul trapped inside the walls of death. Everythings been ripped from it. It's only left with razor blades to express it's artistic mind on it's arms. With dripping blood to express it's poetic mind on these four dark walls that speak death.
Jessica Hernandez (teardrop)
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/four-walls-5/
