My Prison

Some things continue to change, like the hands upon a clock,
Oh! Even the worst of ones, like my self that you mock.
Tis not deceit I search for, but something that is true,
Like The continuous rhythm of my heart, that only beats for you.
You laugh! Its true; you say I have loved someone else.
It was not love - I merely fed the demons within my self.
This life I created I say a prison of the cruelest kind,
Because this slow pulsating beat, will never leave my mind.
Can you hear me? You might move on soon, this could be my only chance,
To have you in my arms- and have one last dance.
Life dosn't always turn out right sometimes, no matter what you do,
Only the master can unlock the secrets of life - maybe that master is you.
It is a horrible reminder of my-something, that was ever so true,
Because my heart wherever it goes, will only beat for you.
From the depths of my soul my trueness has arisen,
It may never be enough to release me from my prison