Cadge

I'm not sure that I have anymore
Blood left to bleed,
Finding myself as a statue,
Poised and listening, tonight.
I have to know, so I stand still,
Waiting, as sound comes to me,
And the mutters and whispers of hatred
Fill my delusions with fright.

No one can pry apart the clamps of this pain.
No one can go down there,
They just don't know how.
And if they did, it just would not
Taste the same, as
All this time I waited and watched
For somebody new to blame - Listen,

The warden here is evil that comes in the night
Pricking me, snorting about, calling out my name.
I cannot help but betray you now, just
Give you right up without much fight;
For what life was inside me years ago,
The evil Warden has greedily claimed.