Weight
The chain, it weighs down my very soul
Taken and shackled, till I’m very old
No one can understand what they see
Everyone’s way too wrapped up in their greed
I push and pull against my restraints
Ignoring the fear and fleeting moments of bliss
It tears my skin to crimson and bloody
My eyes tear up, my skin’s all muddied
I beg to be set free of this Hellish demise
Hoping and waiting for a better surprise
The chains grow to razors and razors to blades
The pain only cuts deeper and I’m just barely sane
For when all of the ends fall into my abyss
Nothing of me is left, nothing of me will be missed
Copyright © Death Wandering | Year Posted 2024
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