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Hung against these walls of chain,

stones of pain with blood red stain.

Cold steel wrapped around my wrists,

in agony my body turns and twists.



Dungeons dark, cold and wet,

in the shadow of my silhouette.

A tortured soul left here to die,

nobody left to hear my cry.



Been poked and prodded for many years,

so long now I've lost my fears.

Just want to die, can you comprehend?

To stop the pain and let it end.