"Chain drop"
Soft glance, reflect a million tears
tears of million fears
fears of million games
games of ages, made me feel
feel a world still in slavery.
You walk, but you don't move
move your eyelids, but you can't see
see all that you lose,
lose all that you feel,
feel your body
body, that belongs to nobody.
Wrists, knees and ankles, so bloody
bloody feels and shackles, in this world, oddly.
Oddly enough, we made our own world,
world of own harm, in one's mind
mind so deluded, it's time to confide...
Digital sketch by Photoshop CC