Chains, invisible yet heavy, Hold me here to this place. This place with no sky, No place for me to fly. What do they call this horror, With no azure sky, No pure clouds, or glittering stars? I know not what it is, Or why I am held. I know only the pain of longing As I stare upwards Into the cold grey stone. The chains rattle, A loud, irritating noise, With each shift I make. My captor comes daily, To soothe my tortured soul And speak with honeyed words Of the day he will release me. This honey is poison, I know. His sugar covers the razored lies That I hear in his voice. Never will he unlock my chains And permit me to fly once more. Here I will suffer in silence, And watch my soul slowly die. Longing only for the sky And the freedom I once had.

(Horrible, I know.)

-- Angel (keita@my.sanguinus.com), July 25, 2002

Answers

Gah! That was supposed to be in poem form! *kicks computer*

-- Angel (keita@my.sanguinus.com), July 25, 2002.

Ugh, I'll fix it. Remember, BR TAGS!

-- Kant (kant@kant.com), July 25, 2002.

*blushes* Thanx.

-- Angel (keita@my.sanguinus.com), July 26, 2002.