Can you see your prison

Staring through the clear crystal glass

As you brush in morning

Hoping you've pushed again life back

Can you see the prisoner

His past screaming, scribbled on the walls

Fingerprints where his desperation stuck

Frozen loudly on the metal bars

Can you see the life sentence

Every deal made for commutation compromised

The noose ouroboros, yet undead hope,

Inevitably demonized