Fears

Salt flows in water, form of tears,

Stems from sorrow, torture, fears.

Days on end, away from sun,

As Death awaits with boneless leer.

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Dreams cast aside, left with nightmares,

All around me slaves despair.

Whips they crack and people fade,

And life goes by without a care.

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I will survive, I will pull through.

But is that a lie, these words untrue?

What awaits but more of misery?

What's next but more of servitude?

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Hands are bloody, broken are bones.

Sanity's left mind alone.

Darkness of the mind abounds,

And madness speaks in whispered tones.

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Broken body, broken mind.

And Death stands near, now looking kind.

A chance to flee, chance to escape,

Perhaps through Death, freedom I'll find…