Shall I tell of my servile chains,
That binds my soul into the hell.
Thorns within bleed complain,
I suffer the accursed dark spell.
Every torturous moment I see,
Riant memories turn to despair.
With bleeding wrists, I fade out,
Inaudible screams inside blare,
Insidious afire angels blurt out,
Dear gores long-hidden I hold.
Blessed be afore I go I say,
Here comes dear angel behold,
To unchain my innocent friend.
- Mason Carter