Trapped

My soul is enclosed in a diamond-studded box

With no room to move and nothing to eat

Where voices of my love ones are taunting me

Destroying my soul ever so slowly

It shouts to the world

But only hears its resonant wail in the sinuous road

Where everyone is oblivious to my decaying spirit

But, Alas, my forever crying soul is tired, and slowly withers away

The always same world can never know

the mystery of whoever killed my soul.