Heavy are the chains that bind my heart,

 Creating wounds that will leave a mark.

Shackles rattle as I struggle to wake,

From this slumber before I break.

Exhausted from thriving to evade the passion,

Building in the core of my very delusion.

A plaintiff of my sanity, nowhere I could run,

But face the pain and the joy, illusions in a spun.

In my direst need, no light sheds my way,

Now I’m afraid I am going astray.

Is it too late, am I already lost?

I never knew it, I found my own cross.

Would I have noticed if I was paying attention?

Will I now pay for a lifelong damnation?

At my own fault, at my own mistake;

I should have known my façade was a fake.

Now I strive to find the key,

And set my heart to be free,

From those heavy chains engulfed with sorrow,

And a tomorrow I can never borrow.

And those emotions I tried to evade,

Let flowingly escape my unyielding fate.

Be it for a moment or be it forever,

Before my heart painfully sever.