Trapped in my head

My rooftop cell with a copper lock
Lacks ceiling, all feelings, and even floor
No window panes, nor wooden door
Just a thin air cloud where demons knock

Red blood and white bones, a deadly clock
Threatens me to sleep forever more
Rotten by time to the inner core
My rooftop cell and its copper lock

Gods talk through a peephole in my head
About pushing evil to the side
But if love exists, where does it hide
I guess I'll wonder till I'm dead

I ponder on the hole that made the lead
I pray on and on but I'm not heard
I prey on my own soul until I'm fed

Lines mark the right path but they are blurred
Illusions all men follow, and instead
I run, for they are deathtraps for the herd

Do I lonely live till I can die
Do I slowly die so that I'll live

Please forgive me when I cry
For if you cry I will forgive.

José Cuquerella