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