Chained To Stone

Staked into rock chained out of reach Paying debts in witness to all Begging for mercy hoping to withstand Attaining a moment of survival I search for the answers Within the confines of my mind Questions of disintigrating answers Surface of each acidic-leathered toss Stinging...tearing...draining... A constant rhythmic composition Terrified to breath or flinch Only absorbing each finger of flame Refusing to give in Willpower eroding in sweaty blood That muscular arm curls and heaves Strength fails my legs buckling under Prideful defiance drowning in racks Sole depravity wrenching in gasps Flying flawed on the wings of Icarus Deprived consolation of nothing to give Whipping scars of the past worn With responsibility for offending I call these actions to myself On this whipping stone of futile struggle There is no escape or respite I am the rock...the chains...the whip Breathing deep the cool breath of stillness Momentary peace from the cracking throws I am chained eternal to this rock It's just... My arm has tired for the moment