Poison

Heavy chains
Binding
Me to ground.
Chafing at my
Skin,
Pulling me down
Down.
Cold, hard
Ice hands
Grasp
My wrists.
Simple, unspoken
Promise to never set me
Free.
Your lips against mine;
My shackles.
Your whispering voice;
My cell.
But still I choose this
Over open
Clean
Air.