These shackles bind me
Hot metal
Oozing like liquid
Down my wrist

Blood is burning
My scratches have not yet
Seen the light
For down here, it's eternal

Living under a boulder
Trapped in these echo chambers
Hopes were vanquished
Many years ago

The scars keep reopening
Dark chains seeping
Through my skin
Never to be healed

It's a mark
A sign
Another treacherous reminder
That Freedom is not free

At least... It's not for me