Chains Contain Me ...

Something happened on the day he died.

Spirit rose a meter and stepped aside.

Somebody else took his place, and bravely cried ...

The dark has already engulfed my inside.

I take his place for hope of breath.

I've dug a hole,

I'm ready to dance

when the dirt is heaped,

upon my head.

I worship the ground,

and my blood spilled down,

in order to save, my rest in hell.

Let, my mind be crucified.

And with all do respect,

serve it to the dirt

on a silver platter.

Tones change, just as seasons ...

I'll shake and scream repeating my pain.

I'll repeat my pain until I fall

and stick to the stones below.

But Wait, ....

Before my permanent darkness settles

upon my skin,

Just know,

I know,

I die with this secret sin .....