My Writing
Chained
I don't understand what this hold is you have over me. It's almost like cold, heavy steel chains wrapped all around my body. Only exposing one arm. But I see the light. In close reach is an axe. It's long and heavy, but I can reach it. I can even lift it. But why should I? I know it's not strong enough to break me free. To break your chains. But are you really that strong? Do you really possess such power? Can this axe really not release me? Or is it just that I'm too afraid to swing. Too scared to break away. I am the trapped one. You are my chains. But she, she is my axe. How can she expect me to break away when all I've known for so long are chains. It's the only feeling that comforts me. Being chained. The chains, they calm me. But still the axe, she calls me. I hate having the ability to make decisions. I never make the right one. Even though I'm bound, there's still a choice. Always a choice. I always go the wrong way. Turn around, go in another direction. Wrong. Do I stay chained? Or do I break them. I can break away. I know have the power too. I get stronger every damn day. So why do I stay trapped? Why do I stay chained.
Miss You
I miss you like,
the desert does rain, when I think of you, I must say your name I miss you like, a singer does fame, every thought that burns, has you in their flames I miss you like, a track with no train, when I think I'm healed, there's always more pain I miss you like, a thought does a brain, living without you, has made me insane I miss you like, the desert does rain, when I think of you, I must say your name |