I can’t recall the last time I saw daylight
Nor could I remember the true image of myself
Even thou these cold stonewalls may seem small
But a couple of centuries later you’d call it home
What does it feels like to be free again?
What does it feels like to feel pain?
Countless day and countless night
With countless scars on my chest where I cut it to kept track of the time
So warm is the blood on my hand
Yet so soft is the inner muscles of thy finger tips
What is this sweet sensation I feel
Could it be truth that I enjoy my own torturing?
In the darkness where the evil dwells
There my name was carved onto a cursed stone
And a key was given to me from thy master
A key to the internal suffering
What kinds of crimes have I committed to end up in this place?
What kinds of sins have I desired to be treated like this?
So many question, so many why
Yet the answers are nowhere near by
What’s my name and who am I
I often shout and ask for reply
But the voices only said…
“A sinner, a traitor that you are”
“A killer, a murder that you will be”
“Choose your weapon choose your pray”
“For you are my now and mine to command”
“Cut their throat and let them bleed”
“For the suffering of others are yours to please”
“Forget the past, ignore the future; only treasure this very moment”
“Cut away”