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I am keeper of the beast. Though it does not obey me. 
To another, the creature appears chained to me. In truth I am bound. 
A prisoner bearing a hollow title.
Here I am tethered. 
Though freedom I seek and crave, the chain yanks and here I stay.
So brief the taste of freedom, the warmth and comfort of paradise. The pleasures of life made flesh in the sweetest fruit.
Soon enough the beast grabs the chain and again I am bound to placate its demands. 
The days grow long, repetitive. 
Whatever bright exuberance shone before only grows dimmer.
Lost in a void of empty space and swirling darkness.
No light exists for me. No respite from the drudgery of feeding the animal I am bound to.
Even the calm of sleep provides no comfort to me.
Darkness consumes every waking moment. 
Paradise looms farther on, tantalizingly close yet just beyond my feeble grasp.
The chain remains unbroken. The heart weighs heavy. 
Despair and hatred anchoring it down into the depths of nothingness.
I grow weary day after day after day.
Drained of hope and the sweet fruits paradise offers.
Happiness if it once ever graced my soul now bounces off my flesh.
I no longer revitalize from it.
Oblivion may be the only comfort my aching bones and flesh seek. 
I grow tired. Weary. 
Placidly adrift in my chains. 
Awaiting the release of nothingness.