Bound and Broken in this Cold, Cold Steel.

The room was dark, the door was locked,
I could not see through the shadows that blocked,
Everything I did, every move I made,
Was based on prediction, all intelligence betrayed.

Do you know what I did the day I let it die?
My precious captor, I did not cry,
I did not beg, I did not ache,
I felt nothing of nothing for Christ's sake.

What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I feel?
Now I'm broken and bound in this cold, cold steel.
Everything hurts, everything bleeds,
Nothing helps and only you see.

How do I keep fighting for everyone around?
When my heart is still and will not pound,
The walls are stained in all of my words,
Everything is pointless and my thoughts are absurd.

I want to watch the world burn from my venomous prison,
And from the ashes will be the newly arisen,
The simple emotionless death on their faces,
Makes me feel less lonely in these dark spaces.

How masochistic have I become?
What did the innocence and purity die from?
I can not see, I can not breathe,
I do not want to, I only seethe.

And in the end, what's really left?
A girl, in blackness, constantly bereft.
Is it really worth waking up every day,
Knowing yet again I'll have to feel this way?

So tell me guardian, key to my door,
Would you free me or create a prisoner of war?
Because that's what I'm becoming, I feel it in my soul,
I am everything and nothing of a girl once whole.