Chained

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Eyes wide open,
Pain in my head.

Same dark room,
Same rusty chains.

Not a word,
Not a breath.

I don't remember the last time I was unchained.

It hurts.

No one is coming,
No one is near.

I rock the chair,
One, two, three,
One, two three...

Damn, my head got hurt again...
But the chains are no longer there.

I can hear it,
Knocking on the door.

I don't want to open,
II can't let it in.

But there it was again,
Chains ready in hand.

It was too late,
It always is.

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