[akiza]

Feelings tend to hold you
At once as captive then guardian of that jail
Passing long period of time
Drawing on a wall made of black stones
Jot having enough guests to feel visible
So fading away
Outside with the corpses once gone
These writtings as witnesses of
A programmed long agony
That dear guard tall and silent
Representating who's sweared vows of
Silence on front of this condamned
Indifferent to any whines or manifestation of feelings
Only welcomed distraction
The wind passing through the window
Of his little office away from
A vortex of caged demons
Still refusing to know the extent of his crimes
The files never lie after all