Once my soul was a chest,
guarding jewels bright and pure—
but now those gems have turned to coal,
their colors faded into ash.

Tiny dark coals lie scattered
among cigarette ashes,
my spirit cloaked in dust and smoke.

I lack the strength to cleanse myself—
to wipe away this heavy veil.

I ache for the purity I once held,
yet live trapped in shadows.
No hand reaches out to soothe,
no voice calls me from the dark.

You locked me in the basement
of your cold, unyielding heart—
no light to guide me through.

I entered your castle with open hands,
harmless and hopeful,
but you chained me
in your deepest dungeon.

Still, it is you I plead with—
for I am too broken,
too weak,
to find the way out alone.