Chain me down, and lock up my ink,
Now you control the thoughts I think.
Steal my thoughts and muzzle my mind,
Kidnap my words and leave me behind.
My screams are silenced into my pen,
These paper chains will bind me again.
My pages will fill with cries in code,
My secrets cause my pen to implode.
I can’t step foot outside your reigns,
I’m far too dangerous without my chains.
So I will remain a slave to your desires,
and hide the works that freedom inspires.
Now pillage my words and poison my art,
Leave me bleeding with a pen in my heart.
