There's a shiny rope
Tightening around my neck
There's a glimmering rope
I watch it hang
I'm a total wreck
There's this thing,
Choking me
It's a deathly metal
A dead girl's chain
Something is gagging me
It's devouring need
But, undeniable pain
There's an insanity
Serving me
But, the consumption
Serves no gain
I feel like I'm ready
To take my very last breath
Because you are like
A deadly rope-chain
And it serves as my death.
© 2019-2024 Rope-chain (Precious Heavy Metals, Pt.5)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can practically feel the constriction. You are great at the visceral opportunities of poetry!