the bite, bites deep

I am bound and chained to a very tight leash Now the stillness hangs lifeless in the air Icy tentacles grope, grab and squeeze My breath is taken away, I do decree.. Darkness has snuffed out the warming light the trembling fear has started to begin the hand of death has taken away all of life goose bumps run up and down my skin bearing its sharp teeth, ready to bite it has my insides like a twisted knot I feel ready to run, take off in flight so I am fused in this one very spot This gloominess goes by many a name Its strength its mighty then might wrapped in a shroud of icy pain but I am not ready to stand up to fight from the grey clouds of much distain blows the cold wind and the pouring rain