Geminian Paradox (Verbal Prison)

Trapped within these four blank corners,

I can't find my awaited sanity-

I am still drowned in a quest for stellar redemption.

Bound in this silence of expression,

I can't paint a portrait of my anguished soul-

I am an a distorted picture of peace diluted in pain.

Suffocated by a melody of falacy,

I can't seem to grasp a scanty scent of home-

I continue to grieve for my belongingness.

Is this where I should be-

Stucked in this forsaken blank paper?;

Nothing to write about but hell and sorrow?

I cry in this innocent battle,

"FOR FREEDOM OF MY SOUL!"

Hear my Victorian plea!

Release me, Oh fated torment!

Redeem my bloodline condemned!

Maledict me with a drop of hope!

Save my soul, oh, save my soul!

Death, Oh clement death,

Serenade me with

whispers of solitude.

Save my soul, oh, save my soul!

Present me your hand, Oh twisted sorrow!

Rescue me from this shuffled poetry!

Let me abandon my shackles of harmonic lies!

SAVE MY SOUL, OH, SAVE MY SOUL!