Cuffs

Lost in my space chained with shackles,
I am a prisoner of a universe I can’t get out of,
Looking at the view of a million castles,
Coming to terms of what might be above,
Scared to tears of a million arrows,
Raining down on the time of the hour,
Sick of my life as my life force narrows,
Made a choice that I will not cower,
Took a blade and drove to my own heart,
Became winter so I can snow on the universe,
Took the memories that drove me apart,
And then I put it in a verse,
Took the blade and threw it to the ocean,
With my soul I was lost at sea,
With my blood I made my devotion,
For poetry I will never flee,
Broke chains and went into new ones,
Took the past and made it my future,
Burnt it down with woeful ones,
And so I took down the blooper,
Took measures to stop my own pain,
Flooded to see what I could slay,
Made ink flow through my own vein,
So that I could say what I couldn’t say,
As my tears start to bleed,
And my heart starts to ache,
Now I have something to feed,
As my words pour into a lake,
With my own will I created new chains,
Placed it upon my shoulders,
As I collect my old remains,
And bury them with boulders,
So I can return to my origins,
A lost soul that’s willing to search for the lost,
Ignoring the mouth’s assassins,
As he forms his own frost.