Uncertain is the ground I walk.

Thin as a sheet of glass,

Or hard as a solid rock,

But neither my eyes can pass.

 

Wreckless is the game I play.

Stamping and stomping,

I walk to get through the day.

 

With each move I make,

A flash of silver chain is gained.

Linking together to bind my body.

In every mistake, I'm drained.

 

I trip and fall.

I slide and slip.

Still with my heavy footing,

Fear is only the tip.

 

Body bound,

And cracks begun,

With the mistakes i've made,

My song has been sung.

 

With a burst of air,

The chains drag me down.

Gasping and gulping,

Bodies are made to drown.

 

The ice chills my bones.

I writhe tearing and thrashing.

The chains buried in my flesh,

No strength to break my binding.

 

Each link I forged my own.

I'm helpless in a dying cold.

I should have known.

I should have known.