You bind yourself in chains,
But your hidden self remains,
You've locked away your pains,
Your soul retains it's stains.

You stole part of me away,
And left it to decay,
Bound to the darkness,
Confused beyond dismay.

Will you come around?
Or will I go away?
I will not be found!
Death is on it's way!

No remorse!
No more pain!
No regrets!
Only shame!

©1999 Richard Alan Brodeur II

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