The shackles binding me,

I look closely at them.

The rage, the fire,

And still they are the same.

The inferno raging inside me,

It reduces me to ashes.

But still, but still,

I can feel the pain of the lashes.

My energy, my spirit,

Pouring out of me in a flood.

Seeping everywhere, the pain,

Flowing rivers of blood.

My heart, it bursts,

My emotions no longer tame.

My agony sweeping over everything,

And still the shackles are the same.

My body, it aches,

Undeserved pain.

My rage, a volcano,

My humanity it has slain.

My rage, a river,

It slows and stills.

My eyes, the damage,

My heart it chills.

Ashes and cinders,

My life a disaster.

I regret it, wishing,

The end would come faster.