Prison of the Mind

Where in hell am I? And why am I here?
I do not know who I am and that is what I fear.
I am stuck in this place, no way out and no way in,
I know I must battle, and I know I can not win.
Something is controlling me, My every move and whim,
What was left of my memories are slowly becoming dim,
I have grown used to this, but still I am alone,
I am no longer afraid of death; it is not unknown,
My actions are clearly not my own,
The one who controls me, reigns high on a throne,
With a pitchfork as a symbol, and a star as a sign,
This body is someones.... I know its not mine,
I can tell when the sun rises overhead,
I feel fatigued, as if it were time for bed.
I stroll through my dungeon, to prepare for some sleep,
I think of my one love, which my heart will always keep,
This is the reason I am in this hell,
Held by a curse. How strong? I can not tell,
I know this feeling will never go away,
My soul is scorched; and my heart shall pay.
The blood in this body is very blue and cold,
I was not born like this; I was made from a mold,
My heart is heavy and nothing but stone,
All I wanted was to not be alone.
I am not sure how I got this way, although I am not ashamed to say
I like it here; I love it this way.
The darkness, the cold, even the fear
Of what will become, and what is lurking near.
I enjoy it in my prison; my cold, moldy cell,
Which I spend eternity in, in my own personal hell.
Here I have no feeling, no thoughts, or remorse
To manoeuvre my way through my own obstacle course.
I must be going now; I must be on my way,
I cannot be here, I fear it is not safe to stay
I want to go back to where it is safe inside,
As the gates open, I wait till they open wide...
@--->--- Lestat ---