The Taste of Iron

I'm trying out my chains
stretching, twisting, getting comfortable with them.
Hm, maybe a different color.
Hm, maybe I need more.
That's it! More!

So I let myself go, and let myself be.
And like magic, there's a new one soon.
Really it's quite neat.

Hey, a chain could be anything.
It could be ignoring a phone call.
It could be smiling with rudeness on my lips.
Or that last drag of a cigarette to
calm. me. down.

The chains are comforting.
You always know where you are when you have chains.
You know how you got them, you control IF you get them.

My chains link me up.
They connect me with my past and drag me into my future.

With cool silver links and metallic sheen
They clink together like richness.

I don't need to break my chains.
I'll just live in them.