biled catacomb of
thoughts grip my soul in darkest
chains which can be loosed

"In a time where the only time
someone gives an honest blessing
Is after you sneeze

But even then,

They're only doing it
out of a heightened instinct
Rather than actual genuineness."

"Maybe if we were keenly
focused on self change
Adopting change;
letting go of your chains

But many;

Want to pray for change
but never spare a cent towards it."

"And a blind fool
works himself till they bleed

But;

Only takes it as sweat;
never seeing all they've spent
On all they've lost;
trying to build a better tomorrow
With the problematic chains of yesterday."

              So is it Change or Chains?

works burned to cinders
poplar trees leaking resin
bulging eyes lashed
punishment as a lesson
but his chain links snapped
fresh from slavery
hefty debts to the procession
the gally of people alike
that lent him a hand to his ascension
a journey his own
luck and his mind
fortified his constitution
they carried him to his fate
that was to be
absolution

I am blind, but I'm realizing
If I open my eyes, I can see what this is becoming. The truth is hidden and nobody is caring, the chains are tightening on the honest tiring hearts, the chains are locked now, but they are keeping us apart.

Chains, the invisible brackets of impartial truth, no one wants you to just be you, in the eyes of a lie. Chains didn't Jesus die on the cross to take that pain, of being locked in a prison or shamed away, the good are kept from view.

I have a voice, everybody has a choice. Why do we hesitate, to do the next right thing? Peace and happiness are no longer what others are desiring, they're in contentment putting the chains on their wrists, restraining themselves.

We're all scared to lift our hands, to take a stand. I am with God and he walks the earth, he is saving me from all your suffocating chains.

Chains, I lift my hands to break free, his word continues to change me, I'll keep believing. Chains, I've never been afraid of what I have to say, let me help you if you want to know the truth.

Pain is not your destiny, one more person lift your hands and break the chains.

Now i know
The path have been choosen
A path has closed
But the mind has been open

It could be my memento
Of a tearful past
But i must break those chains
To free my true desire

And it's shame, how could i forget
What makes me human
But i have no lost
Cause my heart screams to face
The winds of change

In the vast ocean
A cage awaits
Floating in silence
Drowning in violence

A tiny sound
Issued by some chains
When the heart can not stand
And the inmate falls

Trapped
All i feel
Is my heart crying
And my wings withering away

No longer tracked in a dollhouse. A small spec from the view up above.
Heart erratic
Breath pumping
My confusions left unsolved.

No longer scavenging for booky ally ways for a quick huff and puff,
Fantasising about what I’m wearing as I **** myself,
Or when it would be most peaceful to inhale evil
Spirits.

No longer held on an invisible chain
Chained to my ‘friends’
That have accepted this mutual need
To be comforted not by what is said
But by what is given and pierced through the head,
Over and over
Again and
Again
For years
Four years
I knew not one of them,
But their smiles were kept green
And their eyes soaked in sad blood
Looking through narrow windows,
Thin lines of dim lights,
Pouring on lonely nights.
And that’s when I realised
Freedom is a slave sacrificed.

So if I must be chained
Let it be a chain
Hooked on loyalty
Truth
And love.
Let it be a chain
Flexible
And gentle
So I can find my way back
With ease.
Let it be a chain of strength
A chain that protects me.
Because I am no longer chained
To the idea
Of freedom in
Robbery.