Yield No More

Servitude thou art still alive
Hollowing out my constitution like despicable low self esteem,
Fashioning my humour in infinite vacillations,
worshiping my own weakness,
treachery thou art in disguise,
gradually killing my will to yield onto sloth,
waning my enthusiasm till it's dead.
Once I was a conqueror of my own will,
Unyielding to insurgencies within,
How did I climb up that ROCK and that MOUNTAIN?
How did I swim against those currents of Doom?
That was incredible wasn't it?
Indeed that was I,The Master of my destiny...until..
I had that fateful accident!
And all was lost when I gave up,
I ,The Conqueror,have become a slave to my own weakness,
That Dictates me to yield,
That persuaded me to give up,
Oh! I have been BETRAYED by my own conviction.
I have been enslaved by my failure.
I am my own enemy.
Hush somebody calls me from the depths of dungeon,
It not a call for help.
Who is it?Is there somebody else who has been imprisoned like me.
Here in the darkness,land of the damned!
Who calls? I hear a voice that sings - It sounds so familiar?
Yeah! it's my inner voice, the conqueror calling me-
Yield No More...Yield No More