Sticky Chains

Sticky Chains ,

The place I fear the most
is distant and unessential,
But this seed of fear haven't been
fed today, and slowly my cries
are melting away when
doors open to shut.

Sticky Chains,

I discover that my hands
smell like iron today,
As wet compassion
lingers on these chains,

Sticky Chains,

I've never been caught in your chains,
they are sticky and they secrete envy
So dont dig spiderwebs in my dreams
my silence has grown, and left is screams