Chained to the Memories
the chains that hold on to me
I kept 'hold on to the memories'
now screaming looking at the sky
beacon tell me will I survive?
the chains of the past
and pain stuck under my skin
the blood moon is on the rise
and something buried will come out at night
in chains of blood
in chains of memories
i try to survive
but haunting midnight comes after daylight
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