My ball and chain

My burden

My sad truth

My prison sentence

My cell is empty but I know theirs others

My face is stained with long forgotten tears

My body covered in imagery dirt that can never be washed away

My motionless body that's aches with every blink

My sad and lonely truth of being dead and broken

My only time outside the cell being only granted by a swipe of a blade

I hear a faint call of my name and I'm ****** away from my true feelings, back to the place where the lies really lies