These Chains

Some people suffer in flesh

And some suffer in gold

I suffer like the rest, weary and old

Some people suffer in lies their whole lives

And some suffer in truth-its a shorter one

I suffer like the rest-alone and without a sun

These chains bind us and we can't bear their weight when we get up

So we lay here and writhe like a snake, twisting our sheets around our veins

These chains follow us to the corners of our mind-there is no escape!

These chains are yours, and now these chains have become mine.