I am the chains.
The chains that hold you down.
The more you move the tighter I latch on.
Leaving stains of blood on
Your drained fingertips.
I don't mean to damage you so much.
For you were already damaged.
Frightened by the slightest sounds,
A fragile piece of glass.
Already cracked.
But you must forgive me.
For you were the one wrapped yourself around my metallic, chaotic ways.
