Chains upon chains, Thin as strands of silky hair, Strong as death spun into thread. Invisible to most, The deadly leash. A collar of the very blood That runs through my veins. They rend my wings And slice my throat... No blade was ever So sharp. Bound by the wires of Fate. No hope for rescue. No hope for escape. The more I struggle, The tighter they bind, The tighter they wind Around me. This deadly game Of Chinese handcuffs Has to come to an End.
Gethyn · Wed Dec 13, 2006 @ 12:17am · 0 Comments |