The Slave

The voices in my head,

They keep me at bay

Numb at night,

Entranced at day.

 

The self screams inside of me

To break free

And go back to a younger me

Blank as a slate.

 

But the shackles, they endure.

 

I am a victim of the Dark.

And Darkness personified.

 

For I am but clay

Which You have moulded

In Your image.