Softer now, my breath comes a little slower.
Soon the cold drifts away and I start feeling warm
My thoughts are on the past and future, dancing
Fluttering shut, my eyes close, I drift away.
This is the final moment of my life, and I shared it with you
Goodnight.
This prison has no bars
In here I am both the sole prisoner and warden
The torture of prison comes in endless waves
Pain is the only company in this prison of scars
This prison has no doors
I am the only one keeping myself locked here
Even with no guards I am constantly assaulted
Agony comes in many forms here in this abattoir
This prison is flesh and bone
My will is both the shackle that binds and the key
Freedom will be mine when I choose till then I suffer
I suffer by choice to learn the lessons in it. I will be free!
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Come my adversary of old,
I see that in this my time of weakness
Your lunges and slashes grow quite bold
But deep is the well from which I draw,
A strength with which I'll catch your maw
As your teeth snap and gnash
I won't hesitate, you'll expect no less.
My attack is brutal, efficient, and relentless
After all your heat and bluster it's you that's left cold.
Awaiting something I've had before and lost, to come again.
For something that can ease the suffering of my life in cursed flesh. Something people treat like a cheap trick, casting it aside whenever it conveniences them. I am awaiting a person that sees as I see, through the flesh to the soul. I wait in the darkness, not because I fear the light but because I love the night; awaiting the queen of my nightscape. I am awaiting patiently for the time when we will pull the shadows around us and embrace each other in the sensual darkness of our souls.
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