The chain

Got a whiff of strange perfume  
and don't do the things we used to  
gone passion's glow beneath the sheets  
lacked coupling's starch leaves copulation incomplete  
"don't break the chain"  
always a good line to repeat  

As we were bonded in that fetter  
the steel we had and O's the letter  
commitments weight mean nothing now  
fall slack or taught the anchor from the bow  
"and if you don't love me now"  
" you will never love me again"  
the base guitar stamp that mainstay  
 
For in the temper of each link  
God sanctified a union, now it's on the brink  
and encompass ties of rapture  
when all I hear are the lies of rupture  
and partings tomorrow never better than today  
as Mick Fleetwood beat the skins on the drums array  
 
Familiarity that breeds contempt  
just sliding fingers on the guitars neck  
when all the cracks that join are so complex  
the whining discord, being left upon the shelf  
"damn the darkness, damn the light" the tremolo that's spent  
put my heart upon my sleeve  
 
"hiding in the shadows" as you leave  
the bands of iron, wrought in hope  
flaked with rust and crying's bleed  
and find the weakest link  
a selfish wish to not break free  
 
"Listen to the darkness down comes the night"  
 a Jezebel, that quiet wish gains energy  
in life not death we must comply or flee  
 cuffs of love all shackled, hold us tight  
the fracture we  could not rehearse  
just an empty stage is the missing verse  
 
 The Chain  
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