Suspence within the oppressive sound check wait
predominant impatience overcomes the toom
supulchre of a prison
untextured walls will crumble
voices mingle, hangs rejoice
at the vibration of this sound.

As morbid feelings melt
lethargy dies away
sensational freedom wakes
as death no longer stays.

Free captives now they are
but for a moment or two
whilst captors still cound
refuse to be allured.

Now who is kept within this place
with frenzied emotions but left a void face?
for the mind can’t touch
nor hands can feel
what the mind refuses to see as real.