these binds that tie from my binder
are getting stronger and much much tighter
i try not to move, struggle or give reason
although my high charge is treason
for my heart and mind are no longer one
my mind left and my heart is on the run
these binds cut, but the binder identity hurts more
darkness is now what i implore to the very depths of my core
the darkness used to be cold and frightening
but now that ebony color is so blissfully inviting
i am no longer full of hope and dreams
for the years of binds have tought me a few things
that nothing in life is what it seems
and to think so, is to exhaustingly niave
from lies and falsehoods to condemnation
sentenced to life full of painful damnation
this is my penance, i deserve all this and more,
for once a long time ago, i was quite simply a mere whore
in the eyes of a person who i gave myself to
my heart was in it for far much more, something true
i turned my back on my loved ones, to take the chance
i hurt them all so deeply, without a backwards glance
so these binds are welcomed and make them tighter
torture me, my penance will never come due or be declared over
i just moved from one binder to another, with binds and chains and locks of gold
despite all of you though, the darkness will never reach my soul
