An Old Friend

Open arms
Waiting for me to leap
The chasm awaits
I try to leap
But my chains hold me back
Chained to barren rock
No escape
No reaching the arms that wait
Trying to make it
Into the void
Everytime, caught,
Held to promises
By chains on this rock
Jailers,
Assumed to be doing gokd
Cause constant torture
By keeping me alive
Death is an old friend of mine.

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