This morning I watched my last sunrise as a free man
Though it was beautiful, my soul was stricken
I did not want to commit to these chains
The chains that had cost me my freedom
But when one makes a deal with the Devil
He must also pay the piper
There is nothing left but hollowness, an empty shell
A vessel that once filled with life
Now holds nothing but death
I am bound to a new master
He will use me as he see fit
For I am obligated to do his bidding
For one never thinks about the price he must pay
To live one’s life without regrets
Only in the end do we realize our mistakes
But by then the hour is too late
D. Keener
