Shackled

Floods of thoughts cascading through me
Grasping to my caged mind
Lurking, over there, just out of sight
Is the person I was, The one I left behind

Emphasizing on my pain and my hate confounded
Unable to differentiate between each feeling
Pictures swimming and pulsing in my mind
Coming alive, all of them crying and bleeding

Torrents of agony, like acid, eating at my skin
Burning through the barriers I put up for my protection
Straying away from the tightrope that is the right life
Feeling a need to turn in a new direction

Pulled under by the shackles tied fast around my waist
Darkness creeps in through every pore
Breaking the surface, and taking a final breath
Slipping away towards hells fiery doors