Yes, I know I don't usually work on a poem, I feel that it takes away the raw emotion, but in the case the raw emotion is something I am continually being rammed against, so this one is a work in progress, may take a very long time, but I'll keep updating. Chains run this stage Connections to wings that once brushed my heart Watching as each is used to tear my soul Tangled unable to seperate Screaming A puppet trying to stand without strings Cut ropes bleed the breath