The chains embedded, screwed through flesh into bone
Bolted to limbs, deep in the marrow, each riveted to its own stone
The friction compels you to lay down and die
The weight choruses the song of futility
The screws turn; digging deeper, invisible agony
Clouding the feedback of your reality
Each time you rise higher the chains let you climb
The stones mute and unmoving
Until the end of the slack jerks you to entropy
And drag you away from improving
When floods of despair enter your plane
Filling it full of uncertainty
the chains let you swim gasping for air
The stones anchor you to your perversity
Self-doubt and ridicule are tied to your legs
Arms secured by bleak apathy
Trauma is bolted to the back of your skull
Your spine secured by antipathy
The chains just long enough to tease
letting you rise on hills of small pleasures
then guilt locks down on your chest
and drags you back down under pressure
There is no way out without some pain
removing the chains link by link
finally, take out the screws that can reconnect
before the stones make you forever sink
