Prisoner
The prisoner is the first-person perspective
Wrongly convicted to a life sentence
In this guilty existence called thin air (vacuum)
They are campaigning to bring back the death penalty
For her to walk the last mile, to tell the permanent lie
Everyone is looking forward to her performance
Her thoughts dive into the crimson deep sea
Her words trickle from her smile, hanging by the last thread
In this mental maze, this paranoid paradise (panorama)
There is nothing left for the spectators
That’s why she must pay for their crime, the final applause
Echo- echo- echo, their voices never answer her pleas
The prisoner is a subject to statistical analysis
Undergoing the correct test to become herself
In this mortally hopeful world of indecision (ambivalence)
Or will they decide for her? Her fate is not in her hands
Because the jury has gone home, her own place to belong
Nowhere to be found again- nowhere to be seen
Her punishment is not severe enough
Shackled by freedom, she loses her reflection in the mist
In this fatally wounded nothingness (reality)
The time has come, she has ignored the warning signs
Facing the inquisition of pain, a prisoner in her own mind
The verdict of the end results remains a closed case
