Okay. Once upon a time I had a nice, long A/N for this poem. Then my computer died before I could save, and the hard drive had to be replaced. (grr) Then I went to camp, which had internet that couldn't use For two weeks.
This will be the first time I do not have review replies.Lo siento,I promise that next chapter I WILL have replies for both this chapter and the next one. And the NEXT chapter will be a double update if possible, to show my regrets. Enjoy.
Chains
Death-chains that bind me deep within
I cannot run; can never win
Bound and broken,soul torn apart
The slave eternal to my blackened heart
Lacerated by these bonds I can't see
The image in my reflectioncan never beme
Holding the terrible truth at bay;
The darkest of illusions are those of the day.
Terror snaking through every thread of my being
Always watching, yet never seeing
Anything save my invisible chains
This illusion of humanity I'm doomed to feign.
Drowning in a mist of fear
Chains of old still bind me here
I seek release from the agony of life
To die a demon's death on a silver knife.
These chains of blood that bind me so
I fear that I have always known
I will never be freed
Until I know the difference
Between the demon and me.
First, I must learn how to forgive
To let go of my hate and remember to live
To let these scars on my soul begin to mend
To letold grudgesfinally begin to end.
These chains of blood that bind me so
I fear that I have always known
I can only blame myself for this my bitter scourge
Because it was I who had these chains of isolation forged.
Sorry again!
(RenegadeMustang)