Ransom

I am lost, Have been captured

Taken to thine hellish place

Stripped of though, of freewill

Left, With desolate mind

What is it that you seek from me

What possessions do you need

What is is, What shall the ransom be?

Life

I am lost, Have become abiotic

Stranded in my state of death

Swiftly, Slowly, Deprived of myself

No reality to existance anymore

What is it, Youve taken all from me

What possessions do you not have

What is it, What shall the ransom be?

Hope

I am lost, Not to be returned

Imprisoned by my weak mind

No true self left undestroyed

Can not escape from this mighty grasp

What is it, I have nothing left for you

What possessions? You have everything

There is nothing..... What can the ransom be?

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"I am lost, Not to be returned
Imprisoned by my weak mind
No true self left undestroyed" A powerful display of imagery and creativity!