The past is a place that I remember
Clearer than any recent time
I was broken there, and abandoned
I gave up and surrendered
The prison I am in is mine
One I created, ever leads to me maddened
I am the lost
Cast into despair
Ignored unto silence
I bore the cost
And life is not fair
There is no solace
In the prison the flesh makes
And the past is my prison
I am the warden
And the prisoners
I am the broken
And the one who breaks
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