151.

Envy

I know I’m cruel and cold inside
To silent groom I’ll play the bride
And live a death of frozen warmth
Devoid of open caring arms

I look outside at gleaming world
At faces known like stranger’s hand
In joys and hells they live their dreams
My joys lay dead in hell’s cold seams

Within the cage I’m locked inside
I scream at hell’s unearthly bride
To stop the lust for other’s lives
And live in peace in ruined prize