I Hold The Key

Sick of wanting, sick of waiting, sick of crying, sick of your empty promises, my being has given up. My pain you have forgotten, our dreams you have shattered. You are a stranger, my true master was dead. I've breathe the last breath for us. Only anger and disappointment fills me now.

This endless wait and the filth that beholds has finally broken me down.

I am released from your dungeon, I now hold the key. Seeking in the light, I must, for the next Master.