Tightly Bound

You're one step closer to the edge, one breath closer to the end. You're walking towards a flower on the ground, but the chains around your ankles keep you bound. Bound to the evil that controls you. Bound to the hate your heart has gone through. Bound to the thoughts that keep you bitter. Bound to the label "You're a quitter". Bound to the hate that still remains. Bound to these awfully bloody stains Your face is a dirty little wreck and there's a nuse tied tightly 'round your neck.