If Loving was to be Sentenced , then my body is the cage.
Living is an existence , otherwise known as age !
My other inmates call me as...Dead Man Walking !
A shadow seems ahead of me...which I keep stalking.

Was this the prison , you painted in My dream ?
where the silence of dignity , stifles my scream.
Trudging to a noose , I am decoding that knot.
I put you in my veins ,you acted like a clot !