They call you out;
They said they didn't want you...
They said let it die....
Yet in your *******,
you came back up
Yet in your pain, you manage to swim
Yet you got up for a moment.
Yet the shackles of life
Now got you all wrap back up....
Shackles have you tied.....
Yet you want to Manage them
& now the strength of shackles have you down....
In your mind you have a way out
In your heart you wish to be out
Yet the shackles of life have you once again press down.
Oh shackles oh shackles oh shackles....
How I will love to be free
Oh shackles of life if you let go of me oh shackles oh shackles oh shackles
Please let go of me!!!!

My shackles are my thoughts, my over-ambitious dreams.
My shackles are the voices in my head, taunting me, threatening me.
My shackles are the moments where I stay silent when I should have spoken.
My shackles are the choices I made that still relentlessly haunt me.
My shackles are the ideas that never turned to action, actions that could have changed my life.
My shackles cover me entirely and weigh me down.
My shackles speak to me, sometimes they even listen to my pleas.
My shackles have moulded me.
My shackles control me.
My shackles complete me.

The shackles,
so inviting.
You need no control.
Give your control to the shackles,
They love it…that’s what they are meant for right?
Take control from the occupant.
He must obey.
Must be taken away.
To where?
He has no say,
The shackles love the control
And he loves the powerlessness.
Nothing is expected,
Nothing needed,
He gets joy from being powerless
Powerless of what happens and free
Everything is let go.
No memories, responsibilities,
the shackles have taken it all away
The shackles love the control

You just need to get away.
The relationship gives both just what they need,
At least they think, at least for a second.
One more drop, their grip grows tighter.
Take it all, not just some.
“sure another”
They beckon and you ponder
Then he tips it back.
Both think this is what needs to happen
Made up their mind
Another down
just let it happen
the shackles love the control

take it from me,
all worries,
pain,
everything,
it’s their’s not mine.
He thinks.
The shackles love the control.

His eyes open, no shackles in sight.
Just empty bottles and a faint light.
He thinks it’s going to be ok, at least by tonight.
Knowing he’ll feel the familiar metal clamped tight.
as he grips the glass in fright.

Scared of it all
The memories,
The empty thoughts,
The unresponsiveness of the sky.
He gives up, gives it all up
Throws the key,
And just lets it be.
Clamped tight for the night
He has let go of it all
Thanks to the cold remedy he thinks heals him so well…
Until his eyes open on another glimps of light
In an unfamiliar place
Maybe this will finally end him of this destructive chase.
Or to another breakdown,
Maybe the same whirlwind  
That he just spent the last 8 hours in
The shackles love the control.