Chained to the ground, no movement not a sound,
everything is spinning, still not moving.
The shackles holding me is tight,
cannot breathe, cannot fight.
Darkness full and hands bound
wondering if I can be found.
Nothing is certain and no one is coming,
falling slowly to the ground.
Drowned in solitude and drenched in despair
no use crying for life is unfair.
Rather be swallowed by the land where I stand
than live on and fall in quicksand.
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