In the shadows my soul lies,
waiting to escape.
Held by rusted chains,
fighting to get free.
Screaming out into the blackness,
pleading to be heard.
With ever moment I lie alone,
a small part of me is torn away.
Thrust into the cold dead air,
I sail above a smoldering plain.
On a silent breeze,
I am secluded from the world.
So not to be recognized.
So not to be heard.
I bring this life upon myself.
I am the chains that restrain this decaying body.
I am the knife that tears at this flesh.
And I am the one who will finally cause my death.