by christopher beard

Created on: October 29, 2008

Damn the iron chains that bind me to this place

The iron coiled viciously around my throat

I loathe the crooked hand that holds them, dragging me forward like a dog

The same white-knuckled cage of fingers that steers this sinking boat

Damn the eyes that always seem to find me

No matter which dark corner i find myself hiding in alone

My defiant mouth sewn shut so i can only hiss a cold surrender

But my broken hands will claw at these chains until worn down to bone

Damn everything that seems to remind me

These chains are getting heavier every day i fight

I can taste the yellowed stench of death slithering up to kiss me in my sleep

But it will only be by my own hand if I'm to die tonight

Damn everything that I have left behind me

The sun will rise up from the vengeful sea that blasts my tiny tiny ship with foam

Those horrid chains that anchored me have whithered into memories

I can at last raise my sail, and chart a course, with no direction home

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