Captured and Tormented

I have buried my own identity,
inner Creature drives me insane,
Charade defiled yield not for my sense
Masquerade, you beckon with crestfallen illusion

Disbelieve that I can bestride higher,
All along deduced my mettle within its fire,
Adagio binds to agonies that are inflicted,
“Life is a sentence,” observed the convicted.

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