You locked up my heart and threw away the key.

So easy for you to walk away, out into the light

of your new life, but what of me?

Left here, unable to do anything but sit in the dark and look up,

to watch you playing the part you perfected.

The world went away with you that day, I hope

you know that. I've long forgotten the taste of wine

or the simple spark of someone else's touch.

You might as well have killed me, the chance I stood

without you.

I hope the guilt of what you did wakes you

in your new bed, and you feel as smothered by the darkness as I.

I wonder if you see me in the shadows the way I do you,

but you probably have the power to shrug me away

like the remnant of a bad dream.

You must know that every now and then I will listen for you.

Some sounds filter down into this cell of mine,

and I no longer remember how to hear anybody else's voice.

If the world were to come back I would be blinded, deafened.

You left me here in the dark and so this is where I stay;

a prisoner of love.