Sprouting from the Ground are Chains
Spiraling in Tight Grip around my Wrists
This Cold Steel runs through my Veins
My chest Oozes blood due to a pray
This God Summoned due to a wish
I Suffer from this feathered Spear
This Emotion is a vine for ever growing
Along with this Agony I Endure
Call me crazy but I refuse to deminish this devotion
Longing for a Dath the Love Would Sing
Instead of causing such Devistation
Making me want to Thrash Cupids Wings
Make me Rip out these Wicked Chains
Show him how it feels to feel Emotions Pain
Then when I see the tears of Sorrow
I'll rid my chest of this Bloody Arrow
Having it Penetrate his Sternums marrow.