Caricamento in corso...

captivity

The chains are bound tovht around me,
The blood drips in a solem silence,
I scream and scream but no one can hear me,
It’s like a barrier staring me in the face.
The demon’s eyes burn my soul,
But they have alreadu ripped a hole.
My heart of love and kind,
It aches and bleeds the good from my body.
Every cry for help seems a whisper,
It echoes through my head with demon’s laughter.
The chains rip a hole in my heart,
And over and over we’re back at the start.

(12)

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