Ground is cold but flesh is hot as the chains remind me that I am alone,

Screams are but whispers, they are just waves tosed in an ocean.

 As the rivers flow down my bruised face I climb aboard the boat one last time.

Through the land of happy memories and through the air of laughter,

I can see the smiles that once owned this face, the ones he said he loved.

I pass days of us,of happyness and of freedom but then the storm comes.

The door swings open and my boat sinks to its new home on the ocean floor.

He loved me once, He treasured me once and he still does now.

He has burried his treasure six feet under to protect her from the light, to protect me.

A ring became a cuff and our bed, my prison

My smiles became tears and my laughter became screams

When he decided to bury his treasure.