A jailed puzzled heart,
Creeping in the shadow of its cell.
A bounded spirt still falls apart,
A timless sentence for farewell.

Ending of this visiting hours,
Tale of an emotional plea.
Second hand is going faster,
A true lie sets it free.

Love becomes its death row,
A conviction with a string,
Belligerence of a past love,
Has imprisioned me in me.