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Iron bars do not a prision make,
Nor fire and brimstone Hell.
Ignorance of innocence destroyed
But not a tear to sell.
Murder by misdeeds
Through suicide of trust
Solitude the guide on a trail
Of hopes now ground to dust.
Echo’s of the memories
Are now all that remain
Drawn inside and locked away
Where demons toy with pain.
Never again will the touch be known
The dream that’s never risked
The blackness of desease has spread
The eyes have been eclipsed.
-Jeremy Erickson