Beyond these walls of death

Sometimes i swear i see it. The sun. The rainbows. The birds flying. The night shying. All beyond these great walls.
They came at night, in the dark. No one saw them coming, and they were as fast in as they were out. Since then no bird has flown in this side ever again. I am prisioner here, beyond their eyes.. But their whispers, rawrs and screams come to my ears. Damn ghosts. and those who die should never rise again. It's horrid to dream this day in, day out, stuck here in these walls, with no glimpse of life. I live for death and in death. A smile, a word.. How long has it been since i heard a word? I don't dare guess. Time passes by unnoticed here. I wish they heard. I wish they felt, they saw and they smelled. The weight I face since they made me Lady of death. They asked me to be Lady of death. They did.. when they challenge me. I guess they had no choice, they serve others. Others that rather have me dead than free. How long has it been? the wind on my red hair, the rain wetting my lips, the sun warming my cheeks.. Only dark. Only putrefaction. Only cold. I really need to leave this place