Thick strong Metal, A grasp so Powerful, Confining human Potential, A Mind transformed to merely a Skull. Trapped by the darkness of Thought, Memories mutate into Shackles, A Prisoner in the Mind's Vault, Lend me the strength to Grapple. The chains Clanked, As the wrists twisted with Intent, The cold floor Thumped, ’Tis the hour …
Seeking My Utopia 