Chains made of Chrome and Steal
Attached to concrete walls
I’m slashed, bruised, and bleeding
My face is scared and scratched
My eyes are swollen shut
My clothes are just rags on the ground
I hear your voice from behind
It’s soft and sweet in tone
Until you crack the whip
I can’t see you
But I feel your pain
Even though I’m in vane
My lack of breath
Caused me to fall
My ability to dream
Gave me nightmares
Your hands made of Chrome and Steal
Showed me some appeal
Sleeping in this darkened room
Allowed my pain to bloom
Trying to dream of you
Caused me to not approve
My heart stopped bleeding
When you stopped dreaming
Killing me would be a crime
But committing suicide would be divine
While I’m chained in this room
You’ll whip me by the light of the moon
Blood has been shed
And soon I’ll be dead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem