I hold a prison
between my arms,
inside a chest of repression
where I should hold a treasure of valuable love.

I hold a prison
above my shoulders,
inside a vessel of stormy irrationality
where I should hold a crown of peaceful dreams.

I hold prisons
I want to shake to its core
to crumble and release.
So I can rebuild
brilliant existence
in my heart and mind.

But  that means letting go of you
and where does that leave me?
Perhaps empty, and fearful
but worth it and free.

But I continue to live,
captured by your essence.
Inside a chest of repression,
inside a vessel of stormy irrationality.