Author Information
Crimson Slave
Folder:
old poems A slave to your own devices
You cannot set yourself free
Madness calls to you
As you return to your crimson sea
Drink in deep as they scream your name
But words fall short of now-deafening ears
Your poison now drowning your pain
Chains grow tighter on burning tears
Truth pulls you back into your corner
Broken One, have you gone too far?
Or is it that it is not far enough
To drown away what you really are
Reality settles back inside
Once again, pitiful, you have obeyed
Now chains are what keep you alive
Of this dark to which you fade.
