I never asked to be alive,
I never asked to be made;
And someday I will die -
Taken just as unwillingly as I came...

Yes, this shoulder on which you rest
Will be reduced to naught but bone,
as Time collects the heartbeats from my chest
to satisfy Life's staggering and laden loan.

Oh cruel Mafia of Memories,
Why has my Past kidnapped my Present?
This ransom you demand is too great for me;
Why do you frighten my Future with a club of resentment?

And Emotions, you work for Time as well?
You've betrayed me and gagged my voice...
You trick my Mind with a pleasurable spell,
Holding me at gunpoint...

I am the Hostage of Myself...
My Actions and Words bound this heavy chain.
I am somewhere in Thought's great prison cell...
Please - come rescue me from my Brain...


© Lady X