Chain

[euthanasia]

Chain in, and chain out
Ascending, descending
I always thought iron
Would be cold
Yet is as empty as the sky
I always thought myself
To be tough as her eyes saw me
I could not make up for her
This chain of effects
Is all that is left
Her sweetest kiss wont come again
I always thought she would cry
But the tears I taste are mine
And this rings are all about
My hands don't want to throw
I always thought
I would forget
Yet my memory relies
In her, this chain
Around my neck.