Analysis of This Prisoner

Hold tight to this prisoner,
And throw away the key.
Denied the very essence of existence,
Held unwilling, in captivity,
Shackled and chained,
 And bound inside this blinding pain.
The torture continues endlessly,
Until I too, begin to go insane.
There is no Hope which remains,
And there is no desire to strive.
Each breath that I take is a battle in itself,
Just for me to stay alive.
Defeat stings bitterly
Upon the broken soul.
But it's the shame that conquers all in the end,
But how would I ever really know?
Dreams I once only dared to dream,
Have faded into the shadows and the pouring rain.
My memories disappear into the growing mist,
And I have no one but, myself to blame.
Now I have no place to turn and nowhere to go,
 And suddenly I find that I am all alone.
I am stuck where I have been for so long now,
And all I really want, is to go Home.
But, I wonder, where is Home?
Surely it cannot be where I once already died.
The time for rebirth was near or so I was told,
 But it turns out that too, was a lie.
Well the time for me has come,
Oh Glorious, Glorious Praise God Indeed.
See one can only be cut so many times,
Until they too,  run out of blood in which to bleed.
So to the Angels, I so wearily cry,
Please set me free.
Release me from this life of pain,
Let this now become the end of me.