It isn't humane,
To leave me locked up by this chain.
These links of memories that just won't fade,
Death by blade, I would trade.
I'm locked up with the key hanging loosely around my neck,
I am only described by the word train-wreck.
The key is heavy pulling my head down,
No air in my lungs, am I going to drown?
I'm dying in my own sea of despair,
I have no air nor thoughts to spare.