Skeleton Keys | ✓

prisoner

his chains are brown eyes and gentle hands
his locks are empty promises and concealed deception
he says, let's kiss in iron and I don't refuse
I give up my freedom for your lies
your shaky fingers hide the key
I know you've doomed me, and it makes me cry
but through my tears I whisper:
"lock me up, cage my soul
iron has never tasted so sweet."

// STOCKHOLM SYNDROME IS A BITCH.