Silver loops pieced together carefully link by link,
each link seeming stronger than the last.
Poison dripped steadily upon the weakest link,
and no one heard the final snap that tore it all anew.

Broken chains and silver blades,
done in such moments of hate.
Broken chains and silver blades,
used to destroy so simply.
Broken chains and silver blades,
to bleed the poison until you scream.

Silver blade honed so well its a warrior's blade,
keen edge so sharp it'd slice upon first simple touch.  
Dancing done so carefully that naked feet don't slip,
and no one heard the silent scream from a broken soul.

Broken chains and silver blades,
done in the name of *******.
Broken chains and silver blades,
broken so completely there no dust.
Broken chains and silver blades,
used for own personal gain to freely blame.

Broken things for a broken soul that no more,
everything done in the name of trying to help.
The lies,deception,and pain are all imagined.

After all when there power to walk away,
there should be blood upon the walls...