Enslaved
ENSLAVED
WRITING,
AND FIGHTING FOR FREEDOM
FOR I AM BOUND TO THE BEAST IN CHAINS…
THE DUNGEON MASTER IS CALLING
AND THE SHACKLED PRISONER FALLING
ON HIS KNEES, HE CRIES
HE PLEAS, FOR MERCY ON HIS VERY SOUL
BELIEVE HIS DAYS ARE PASSING HIM BY
HE BELIEVES HE WILL NEVER LAST, BUT WHY
ALL AROUND THE SOUND OF DEATH CALLS
ECHOING MADLY OFF OF THE WALLS
THE CELL IS COLD LIKE LIFE GONE BY
THE RATS, THEY GAZE INTO HIS EYES
HE DREAMS OF DAYS OF SUNLIT MORNINGS
BUT ONLY NIGHT WILL VISUALIZE
ENSLAVED IN A KINGDOM OF REPRESSION
WHERE THE TORTURE OF MAN IS THEIR OBSESSION
AND WHEN YOU LIE AT REST NEAR DEATH
THEY CUT YOUR CHAINS AND SET YOU FREE
YOU CAN EXPRESS NOT THE SLIGHTEST EMOTION
YOU CAN BE CRUSHED DOWN IN ONE MOTION
FLESH AND BONE, NOT A TRACE OF SPIRIT
ENSLAVED IN THIS REALM; FOREVERMORE
Copyright © Michael Domaracki | Year Posted 2012
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