These Chains

Rocks formed ahead of me

The beast still stirs within.

Angst hid my highest demand

But did nothing for my skin.

Ice took forms nothing should

It ended with regret.

We seemed to lack the motivation

But our moral ground was set.

Lost we were to foraging

Whatever we could take.

We’d like to say we beat the thing

But none of us were awake.

In all of it we lost our wits

Left us nothing but with pains.

Settled is the aftermath

But fuck, we hate these chains.

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