The weight of this ball and chain has won
I have no nourishment in this body to fight
Living in the basement
The same four walls
This prison
I won’t make it out alive
The captures who put me here have won
I’ve made a list of goodbyes to ghosts who will never hear them
Maybe they will rattle their chains for me as I pass
Aug 6, 2025
Aug 6, 2025 at 10:08 PM UTC
The weight of this ball and chain has won
I have no nourishment in this body to fight
Living in the basement
The same four walls
This prison
I won’t make it out alive
The captures who put me here have won
I’ve made a list of goodbyes to ghosts who will never hear them
Maybe they will rattle their chains for me as I pass
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