Pin Prick

Concrete and cement
Stones of blocks
a rigid feature
unchanged through the sands of time

Opacity increasing, an art learnt
from the minute a bait hooked
till the baggage full
life incomplete without destruction

Stashed in the darkness of closet
lingering with lingerie
shaming the sanctity of truth
violating I
the vision does not separate
nor fades the touch

Yet, what life?
hidden, hidden forever
imprisoned in a hell hole
grave dug by thy own
for long kept unknown
to humanity's senses
know not to delve this deep
for the prick was a chateau of novelty
but this shall pass like a storm
pieces on the way out
more determined than before.