You were my captor,
You were the one that held the leash to my heart.

You tried so hard to blacken my soul, just for your own twisted desire.

It was your chains,
Made of razors and hate,
That bound my wings and held me down.

They are your chains,
The ones that lacerated my spirit and choked out all joy.

The chains made from crule desire and a twisted love for me that you took advantage of.

You made these chains my burden,
My cross to bear.

And I did it,
I let you wrap them around me and allowed them to dig into my flesh.

And as I bore your chains,
They soon became my own and they weighted me down even more.

To accept this conquering of my own heart from another,
I was no longer myself.

Then you kept pushing,
You kept adding,
You kept lying.

And finally,
I broke,
And so did the chains.

So finally,
My mind in tatters and my heart broken.

I was able to be free,
And I took the chance to be free of your tyranny.

I was riddled with anxiety and loneliness,
But I was free.

The scars of the chains remained,
But they were a reminder,
I promise.

A promise to never return to what I was when I was owned by you.

Now, my wings having been bound for so long,
Were stronger than before.

I could fly to new heights without limits and face the chaos that is the world without fear.

So,
The scars remain,
But I know that they are only ghosts.

Images of my past self.
And they help me to never go back to the creature I was.

- Leviathan