Chains bind the captive

Chains bind the souls stuck

But chains bind the free too

Those chains are invisible

They hold us down

You can feel the weight even if you deny

You can hear the metal clang

You can feel the restraint

We see people in chains everyday

From their jobs

Their family

Their money

Chains are more then metal that binds prisoners

Chains hold us back

Chains limit us

Break your chai...

If you were chains,

I’d ask to be locked up.

My mouth would beg

for a jail follow-up.

If you were chains,

I would love to be weighed down.

Something comforting

about the tons of pounds.

I guess it’s a little weird?

If you were chains,

make me the ghost

of Jacob Marley.

Leave me chained to a post.

If you were chains,

I’ll sit alone in the castle,

make ‘em think I’m crazy,

make ‘em try to hassle...

I'm bound

to these shackles

pulling at my wrists

dragging me down

this burden I carry

is too big for my hands

so I carry the heavy weight

in a chunk of my brain

I can't even think straight

without this chain

it reaches every corner and crevice

so I can't have a real life anymore

I want to go back

take it off and fly like a dove

free from the mess

physical and mental

please take my chains...

I swore that something was going to happen today. Not like I’m going to be genuinely happy even though it’s been months since I last felt even a sliver of happiness. Not like I’m going to ditch school because I’m so tired of watching friends walk by in the hall and know that it’s the one I’ll never have. I mean like _something. _

__

__

__

Every step I took today felt weird, almost _wrong_. My hear...

Stop

Please stop

I can’t

Please I just can’t handle this

You hate me

You hate me, you hurt me

But now

The moment I decide I can’t do this anymore

You…

Love me?

Please

Please just let me go

Let me breathe

I can’t

Please

Stop...

Dane has been in prison long enough—and has had the crap beat out of him hard enough, to know never to mess with the Chained.

He planned to abide by the simple rules of surviving until yesterday night. Instead of receiving the usual bowl of brown sludge, his meal was empty. Say for the letter of course.

𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙

Thanks a lot brother, he thinks to...

TW: torture //

Burn the wrists

Flay the back

Shoot the ankles

Bend them back

And Bend them back

On a rope machine

And pull pull pull

Till the rubber weeps

And drain the tears

Into a boiling bath

Water board them

Scold their laugh

Then the whip flogs

And then the bones snap

And no more souls clap

And once again, time stops...

(I’m not sure if this will make sense or not but I tried my best!)

Chains. The object can be both literally or figuratively. For example you could have chains on your wrists connected to something, that would be literally, or maybe instead it could be figuratively like a certain thought or memory holding you back from doing certain things like trying to make friends. Chains prevent us from doing ...

When people say that time flies by quickly, they’re lying. It doesn’t. In fact if it was my choice, I’d make days a lot shorter. Because here, time flies by slowly. Here, wrapped in chains, time is never on our side.

Chains. Unbreakable, unbearable. They’re tied around our wrists and ankles, keeping us glued to the wired fence we’re forever stuck to. Or at least that’s what most of us believe...

I hang over the rusty railing, hands dangling into the water. Further out, the wind ripples the water’s surface. The sun hides behind a blanket of clouds. Somewhere in the distance, thunder rumbles.

I hear my every breath like a thin whisper. My chest aches from pulling in the chilly air.

On the other side of the lake, a boy kneels by the water, his jeans soaked with the muddy liquid. His should...