A Death That Bore Life

Victim to your snares, you held me captive Brainwashed me Arrested me for a crime I didn't commit Or maybe I did but was ignorant of "it" being a crime Sentenced me to trauma and bitterness Threw me into ward number heartless In solitary confinement even How priceless!!!! Tears streamed down my flaccid cheeks Which instantly met some BEAUTIFUL panel beating To give me something real to cry about Even though your "puppy" shed crocodile teary empathy, I found it very sweet I tell you I subconsciously turned the unpleasant image into a masterpiece portrait Why I took in your inhumane behavoural patterns Remains a blockbuster Especially when one looks at my effortless escape Which if acted upon right from the start Could have avoided all the madness Although necessary an evil it served Wounds have been dug and scars coming out to stay Its history now. Unpleasurable sound to the present day's ears Cause finally we DIED in the end An ending which paved way for a beautiful beginning Our DEATH restores my sanity and peaceful pysche Whether you got buried or not I have the slightest idea That is none of my business I did and that's just fine Our ghosts don't interact They speak not the same language There is no more 'WE' ME+YOU=NOTHING And the math is DONE.