The Fate of the Pawn

At light of dawn I had overcome
These distorted and misled pawns
By power I break the chains
Heart pounding, no longer constrained

Undiluted wrath swiftly takes command
Slitting throats in desperate resentment
Room by room drained of life like planned
With violence I'll get my vengeance

Disconcerted and terrified, I need a way out
Through gritty passages that I know nothing about
A faint breeze alerts my senses, hope ignites
At long last I see daylight

But the luminary source seems too bright
It's as if I can't distinguish whether I'm alive
Nothing seems clear to these overexposed eyes
Somethings amiss, of my dreams I'm suddenly deprived

What I saw had nothing to do with reality
In fact I was dying, barely able to breathe
Pinioned to the ground, they press my face into the mud
Shrieking I gasp for air, but choke in blood

Broken, torn apart, kicking in vain, screaming in pain
No words can describe the hate that I feel
But my body is so dilapidated

I give in to death
And with a camera to my face
I am decapitated