The comforting darkness
Of solitude
The relaxing grip
Of loneliness
Pulls me to everlasting
Away from the daily war
The sweat, the blood
Dropped,
All for the minted minions.
Darkest, Deepest
It reflects my emotions
No ray of hope enters
Neither do I beg for it.
Secluded in my corner
My thoughts are free
Free from hypocritic control
Iron chains kiss my ankles
My share of love is here
No. Freedom I do not pray for
Freedom is here
Freedom is now
Here I have it intact-
My identity
To be free
But be chained
Is not my fantasy
It is a luxury
Here in my dungeon
I am free.
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