Hell’s Gate

Mentally shackled to a throne of lies Held hostage by the chains around my throat With every second a part of me dies Smiling, you wear my innocence like a coat No physical harm, psychological blows I’m yelling please with every stabbing thought You call me flower, but I’m a dying rose No door to hold on to, I’m a drowning clot Free me from this suffering, before it’s too late My walls are crumbling against your force No choice but to bang on Hell’s gate I guess this has always been my course -Amy x