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- - - CHAINS - - -
Another time, another day
Just one more step into the grave
Storm clouds thunder over black skies
Doom as far as the eye can see
Can you think of a better time to die?
Chain me with your shackles
To keep me safe
Or to bend me to your will?
To touch the sky, reach for you
All that I know
Is this Hell you made for me
The stars above, the scars within
Comes to life when the screams begin
The dawn of dusk, the birth of fear
Taking root inside of your head
My road to Hell becomes way too clear
When I break these chains
With bloody hands
If I can move these chains
With bloody hands
You’ll know my pain
With these four walls consuming all
On downward spirals to the fall
Desperate, reaching for something
To ease the burden within me
Draining my heartbeat, constantly failing
You bring me to life again
With cruelty
Tainted with love rekindled
Just to watch me die again
With surety
Now sever these veins for me
Never learning, constant burning
The screws of fate, surely, turning
Won’t you just leave me here to die
Let me wither away right now
But I live, once more, just to be denied
I won’t be denied
When I break these chains
With bloody hands
If I can move these chains
With bloody hands
You’ll know my pain
Cast
Me
From
Your
Arms
For
Your
Own
Good
(c) 2016 Frank Green
Published 17th Aug 2016
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Anonymous
17th Aug 2016 4:56am
'Cast
Me
From
Your
Arms
For
Your
Own
Good'
. . .my King of Darkness. . .this almost reads like a love poem only ravaged in darkness. . .you talk about love, and the pain that goes into love, "the chain" a metaphor, perhaps of wishing to be free as love can sometimes break you and bind you, yet, back by a fear of leaving thus the contrast in mood and feeling. . .Anyways that is my take on this piece. . .stellar, as always. . .yours, Devil~lyn.
Me
From
Your
Arms
For
Your
Own
Good'
. . .my King of Darkness. . .this almost reads like a love poem only ravaged in darkness. . .you talk about love, and the pain that goes into love, "the chain" a metaphor, perhaps of wishing to be free as love can sometimes break you and bind you, yet, back by a fear of leaving thus the contrast in mood and feeling. . .Anyways that is my take on this piece. . .stellar, as always. . .yours, Devil~lyn.
17th Aug 2016 5:02am
this is why i love having fans. I put something down to me that is pure rage and others see it in another light and gives it more depth. Thank you, Devil-lyn. You have opened my eyes a little wider.
Anonymous
25th Aug 2016 1:12am
you are so welcome, my King. . .and I'm glad I was able to give it some depth without overshadowing the rage. . .xo, yours Devil~lyn
17th Aug 2016 5:52am
17th Aug 2016 5:55am
