Shackled: Slave Of My Own

I’m here tied up in chains
Forever the pain will run through my veins
In the scorching sun and the brutal cold
These perpetual thoughts are part of my soul

I’m the slave in my own backyard
I’m the shame that will calm demons of the dark
Of the gothic sanctity and deathly hallow
Forever the truth in my heart will be rigged and shallow

The auspicious nights turn into Satanic fall
The days embark the demonic call
This feeling of loneliness will be a friend forever
Happiness will be an enemy that will always surrender

Shackled, this body crawls
Slavery is the result of my own accord
I’m gluing up the pieces torn within
Shouting out loud
For someone to help me out let go of my sins

The light gives way to the obscure path
The naive cravings are the need of the hour
Shooting up the spine are the chills so strong
I’m like a slave reaching out to numbness of the fall

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Synopsis: A dark poem about depression and inner demons. It depicts the misery, helplessness, pain, and loneliness of a person who is chained by depression, thoughts, and misery.