Chained

I am a slave who dwindles in darkness, i crave for the glistening light but am afraid to look for it, to fight for it, I believe in the freedom of one's soul and mind but its almost funny how i contradict my own beliefs.  I am chained to doom like its my fate. the word *try* has almost ceased to exist for me. the so called demon with in me has devoured the remains of that petty weak human with high morals . guilt escapes me now. the sufferings around, the blood splatter, the gore beings around , all these realities are of no value to me, they have no effect and i have stopped all the efforts of creating a utopia. As i am chained to my demons, i am the proud prisoner of this selfish thought now: its al right as far as it doesn't effect me.