In
a dream, I’m screaming loud from the pain.
I’m alone, flooding adrenalin, and tied by a chain.
Outside of my mind I heed thunder, and rain.
In this dream, I’m the only one… un-insane.
I am the last task of character to train.
Fading away with aim for clouds of shame.
Dirty and drenched yet I can’t complain.
Sweat is what I get for forgetting your name.
Please…
I don’t deserve to be free.
Do whatever you want to do to me.
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