Prisoner

Horror of horrors!

I am confined

Within a prison

Not of soul or mind

But of flesh and bone

Built from within

The stones all serve

To expose my sin.

For this prison,

Though none may see

Is entirely made

From the schemes of me.

Heartless and cold

Warm and bold

It is quite a thing to behold.

And you'll never see

Another sight

As daunting as one

Hiding themselves from the light.

Thus you can see

Why warden and prisoner agree

That the one to hold the key

Should be anyone but me.