I’m sick of having to hide the past.
I need to break through fear’s iron gate
For this load I carry grows heavier
It’s not long until I collapse under the weight.
I am a prisoner to this secret.
It binds me with poison soaked ropes
Burning my dignity with every smile I fake,
Tightening when I have even the slightest of hopes.
I’ve tried to kill this memory
With the fire of alcohol and the of power the blade,
But it only grows stronger
Feeding on my fears and the dreams that it invades.
It is time to call for back up
I need a soldier to save me from this unbearable pain
So I yell out from this dungeon
I am ready for help in removing these chains.