Chains

Cry me a water-
fall. I have         never
been this demanding anyway,

you perceive me
       to be        weak;
"The weak prosper-
eth," so echoes Paul.


I ask nothing
      of you but
this:         should
you choose to
    leave me be,

and your demons
             clasp you,
Put you in chains.
Rusty, heavy    chains.

When you come
      running for

me,

know that i
      will not set you

free.