Swaddling Chains

Swaddled in these loving chains
I find it hard to move.

The links weigh down my every breath
And chafe against my skin.

Where once they gleamed they now corrode
And I am tarnished too.

Why won't I raise my fisted hand
And use the key within?

Cherished by this chainmail mask
I find it hard to see.

The links occlude my senses
and I can't tell where I've been

Where once they offered safety
they proscribe reality.

I'd like to raise my fisted  hand
and use the key within.

Chastened by this cleansing blade
I find release in pain.

The scars adorn my living flesh
as payment for my sin.

But soon the turmoil does return
and I must cut again.

I'll never raise my fisted hand
and use the key within.