in this cellIn this cell I hear the screams Of my past And of my future Of what little there will be I feel a wetness on my face And I can’t remember If it’s from tears or blood This iron ring around my throat And these shackles on my ankles and wrists Are pulling me closer To the part of me That thrives on my pain The demon that holds my leash Every day I am pulled farther from the door Farther from hope Farther from escaping this hell That I have made with my own foul deeds And desires And riches that turned to poison on my lips &in this cell
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Cut open your mind
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