Why?

Do you shudder from the pain
Or the cold?
More afraid of dying alone,
Than by the hands of the one you hold.
You relax your grip,
Clench your teeth,
Standing tall, and dead on your feet.
Awake in a nightmare that steals your days,
A prisoner to a hope that no longer shines.
Slave of powers than can't grasp your ways,
What redemption could you ever find?
In this world that won't hear your words?
What love do you seek,
As the pawn on a chess board?
Thrown away by a king, to protect the Queen.
With eyes so keen,
To see the dark,
How were you decieved
By your own heart?