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