Chains.
Bound hands and feet.
No sound except my heart beat.
Scared of whats around the corner so I creep.
Locked in a cage, call me Dead Meat.
Chains.
Such a heavy burden.
For these cuffs I was chosen.
Elected by my inner demon.
Whispering lies in my ears like a heathen.
Chains.
Clanging together like church bells.
They welcome me into my personal Hell.
The place I so often dwell.
Can't escape, this place has me under a spell.
Chains.
Untie me, unhand me, set me free.
I want to live instead of this banality.
My attempt to escape may be the death of me.
But the fight for freedom is never easy.
Chains.
Will no longer restrain.
Me.
FREE.
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