Prison Life

I became a willing prisoner of the lies that life fed me.

The shackles that chained me to my existence

offered a hubristic sense of comfort.

The cage that held my heart had become the only home

I longed for.

With every breath taken, I gave more of myself to the loneliness that I now recognized as my greatest and most trusted friend.

I no longer yearned for an escape.

I accepted the sentence handed down by the Gods

and created my own prison.

For I knew I would never know true penance for my sins.