• In my dark sitting room
    I was left tied in straps of steel
    Looking out in the window towards darkness
    There isn't much empathy to feel.
    Bounded in chains, I will always be
    I have no clue if there's anymore to see.

    In my dark sitting room
    I am but a demon waiting to emerge.
    As I'm reflecting my dark times
    There is nothing more than what causes me an emotional surge.
    Though bounded in rusty chains, I remain unseen.
    There is nothing that shines my day blue, or even green.

    I'm not always outside in broad daylight
    Always misery and grief
    I'm usually walking around at night
    There's nothing that makes my mood brief.
    My arms are tied with chains and it feels so bold
    Summer days are somewhat warm, but other times can be cold.

    Until I find something for me to solve my past ways
    These chains shall continue tormenting my dark days.
    Everywhere I travel, I'll always be soulless
    And may something one day grant me eternal happiness.
    Summer days will soon come to an end.
    May these bounding chains soon break, or at least bend.