Foundations of Prison

Every now and again these walls forget their foundations and fall at
my feet.
My tired bones lay down beside the ashes of my fallen prison.
I rest as you keep my head close to your heart. It beats for the two of
us, for now.
A rythm that screams every name but mine.
Paranoia sits deep along the finger tips as they move up my
spine.
I shiver and rot without the warm security of my cell.
I shiver and rot and smile in the false security of your love.