The shackles have made a bloody mess,
As I try to slide them off my wrists.
Every day they loosen a little more,
I know soon I'll be free from this.
The chains have started to rust a bit,
Their links are starting to break.
I've worked wearily at them every night,
Quietly, when you're not awake.
The bars you put on the windows,
Won't keep me from my escape.
I have pulled out all but two,
They were in such poor shape.
You've grown careless after many years,
Of keeping me locked up and confined.
Thinking I could never break free of,
A prison, you, yourself designed.
Your ego is what makes you weak,
Because you can't see past yourself.
You have acquired so many things,
Keep them locked within your house.
What happens when the house falls down,
All your things gone under its weight,
And no one is there to lift you up,
To save you from your fate?
I sneak away quietly into the night,
Careful to not wake you from your sleep,
Grateful I am no longer one,
Of the trophies that you keep.