I'm strangled by chains
from ties that were never severed
To breaketh thy grasp
and allow for these lungs to gasp
one last harrowing breath
would be simple bliss

'Tis purely imaginative
The thought of which
is my holy grail
and shall never be attained
For you
these ties shan't break
to allow the inhalation
of the salubrious air
and keep all
to thy heedless self