Sleeping scared in the darkest night
Waiting for him to return and fight
A feeling of nothingness as my emotion
Towards the thought of another devotion

Crying out silently for my escape
Thinking not of the dreaded ****
May the angels and saints bless my life
And keep me from this wicked strife...

Defiant against a willing soul
Thinking back and losing control
Never knowing of which is right
Learning evil with Satan’s delight

Leaving the lord an empty heart
Secretly being torn apart
Feeling alone with others alike
Anger to everything that’s apparently right

Hatred flowing throughout my veins
Needing support from my metallic chains
Life will never be an amusing game
For myself, a loathful shame.