PRISON BELLS

Four walls with an invisible key

Everything I'll never need

Four walls to call home

Everything I'll always know

Four walls for me and none for you

But if we split them we each get two

And two and two is four you see

Four for you and none for me

They fold into the floor at night

And in the day they stand upright

The roof caves in for all to see

If all had wings and flight-filled dreams

Your trap falls open, my words fall in

The bells sound, the game begins

Symphonies of two and four

And four and two and many more

I boast ice while you claim fire

But none can bend the stone's desire

Wishes break upon the rock

Like glass on granite, like blackboard chalk

They burst apart and float away

Like a hard bend and a runaway train

Our words are powdered ash and bone

Reminding us that I'm alone

Choking me for all to see

Burning like acid, like one plus three

One plus three, now there's a game

But if we split them I'll go insane

Ill fold into the floor you see

You'll die first, then later me

The bells will sound to end the game

No more numbers, no more pain

No more me and no more you

Forever four and never two

• This poem is about feeling trapped, whether it be with yourself or in a bad relationship.