Disenchanted

I walk along this four pronged prison
Encased behind walls of transparent steel
A soundless prism erected
Where the cries of silent tears are never heard
And the wounds of the past never heal
Anger rising
Like the tempest of a storm
An angel dying
Plunged into the darkness in which I was born
Boundless miles that stretch beyond the eye
A road and map lay dark and stained
Like the vile words of your feigned lies
Blame no target, for it could only stay in place
Judge the archer, whose arrow laid claim and waste
Broken promises and shallow goodbyes
Form a noose around our necks
That lifts us into the sky