Woman In Chains

The depth of pain held silent is beyond measure When a woman's soul collaspes while shackled in a pit filled with vipers whose eyes see only flesh upon your bones ravaged to satisfy their empty desires Should death be a choice? Leave despair or tremble in its wake clinging to a life of abuse left hopeless dangling in darkness to be used on demand a continous wanton need by cold face men The strength to fight lays within death preferred or subjection by chains carried on blood soaked shoulders through timeless minutes which seem like days of torment and tears felt by eyes closed shut through an eternity of insanity The choice is yours free yourself from your fear of death even until your last breath it is the only path cold faced men understand their needs are less important than your ability to say...no more many will perish before change Men know, this is the price of freedom it's the only thing they fear the willingness to die 8/16/20 contest Woman in Chains