Questionable Chains*

Break the Chains of Misery that lie beneath my skin.
Every breath I take adds to my own sin.
To bleed is to die with every single sweet sigh.**
Tainted wisdom where the doves of white fly.
Behind the betrayal of a friend, between the whispers of a lovers' vows,
There comes a time, if there be time, when we all must take our bows.
Hate and love be more true than you think,
And acts of those two bind us, link by link.
More than truth, yet nothing but lies.
Who can say what we see is nothing more than an illusion, pictured in our eyes.
You feel, but you do not know, yet you know only what you feel.
But in knowing so, all you do is bow down and kneel
To a world we see as bland, the colors fading to black and white.
Can we be saved with hope, hiding behind a stony light?

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This is a poem about, well, randomness for the most part, but also about the different things we think bind us. Something like that anyway.

* This is where I got my username from.
** This has to do with a belief back in Shakespeare's time. They believed that every time you sigh, you lose a drop of blood from your heart or something. I use this a lot in my poems because I find it very interesting.