The pain of the chain's eating my bones.
I'm stripped on the rack, freezing, you can't relate the pain.
The sun's scorching, stars fallen, ain't no where near hope.
My life's shattered, the pieces chained and frozen in an endless void.
A voice from the past calling, detasting the person I've become.
It wasn't my fault, I couldn't control it, perhaps I was fated I guess.
I reminisce to the treasures I fucked up.
Everyone says I've got a bright future, but how the hell am I going to reach the light?
My brighter side is dominated by darkness.
My once brighter face is overtaken by coldness.
My always calm mind is being raided by depression.
I look up in the view, fuck, this is not the kind of life I've wanted.
They say human is to error, and I'm not an exception.
And no sin is big enough in confession.
Then why am I deamed unfit for another chance?
Why's the world against my existence when I know this is where I belong?
©Jay Crown
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