Chains of Self

Damn the wicked chains that bind me to this place
The iron coiled viciously around my throat
I loathe the crooked hand that holds them dragging me forward like a dog
The same white-knuckled cage of fingers that steers this sinking boat
Damn the eyes that always seem to find me
No matter which dark corner I find myself hiding in alone
My defiant mouth sewn shut so I can only hiss a cold surrender
Though my broken hands will claw these chains until worn down to bone
Damn everything that seems to remind me
These chains are getting heavier every day I fight
I can taste the yellowed stench of death slithering up to. kiss me in my sleep
It will only be by my own hand if I'm to die tonight
Damn everything that I have left behind me
The sun will rise up again from the vengeful sea that blasts my tiny ship with foam
Those horrid chains that anchored me have rusted into memories
I can at last raise my sail and chart a course with no direction home