The Shackles of a Prisoner
I am a prisoner, and a victim of myself.
As a condemnation of a forever lonely soul becomes more realistic,
the shackles bound to my ankles tighten, and assume a more dense form.
these are the shackles of my own imprisonment.
they drag me beneath a bottomless ocean,
where the most horrid creatures reside.
with no escape,
I am forever falling.