Spectral Chains

Spectral Chains

Spectral chains rattle in the dark,
Cold iron scraping against time,
They’re bound to your soul,
Tight and unforgiving,
A weight you can’t shake,
A curse you can’t outrun.

They drag you through memories,
Pull you back when you try to escape,
Whispering your failures,
Breathing your regrets,
Until the air is thick with the smell of your past.

They’re silent in the daylight,
You feel them,
Curling around your ribs,
Tightening when you breathe,
Like ghosts of decisions never made,
Never forgotten.

In the dark, they sing,
A song of torment,
A song you know too well,
Suffocating every thought,
Every moment you try to be free.

These chains aren’t just made of metal,
They’re made of all the things you’ve buried–
The things you can’t forgive,
The things that keep you up at night,
The things that tear you apart when you’re alone.

There’s no escaping it.
Every time you break free,
They pull you back,
Stronger,
Tighter,
Until you’re left choking on your own weakness.
The chains are the truth,
And you can’t outrun the truth.
It will always catch up,
It will always bind you,
A spectral reminder of who you are,
Who you’ll always be.

And maybe that’s the worst part–
Knowing you’ll never be free,
Knowing that no matter how far you run,
The chains will always find you.