Break the chain and fail to feel it falter.
Define the bounds and let it alter.
Its steel, It needed fury to condemn.
It needed fire to defend.

Talk to me and feel the flame.
Walk with me and feel the blame.

Behind the grievous means
to loosen ends, I’ve found that judgement feeds the fire.
Behind the self, it seems,
that I’ve found a place to break away.

Leaving the remnants behind.
Hoping the chants will unbind.

The trills, a hymn unbinding,
but fear will turn me away
to find a gap between the curtains
and force it stay half open.

Take the chain and feel it heave its fire
until the blame begins to scour
itself. It took a life of mere defense.
It took a youth to make amends.

Talk to me and feel the flame.
Walk with me and feel the blame.

Another cage, another collar,
another step to feed the fire.
To clobber dread and squalor,
to find a crate that’s louder.

To find a place to cower.
To find a place to bear.
A place to fail.