restrained...

On a bed of roses, I lay...

Their fragrance, burning my nostrils...

Restrained by chains of hearts...

Their beats reverberating in my eardrums, bleeding them...

I am pampered, but my freedom limited...

Have everything in reach, but am chained...

Why, oh why, those chainrings have to be hearts...?

Why, oh why, my heart is not hard enough to break them...?

I sense one of those rings, so soft...

Will bleed itself and break, just to see me glee...

But I won’t let it to be so masochistic, nor am I a sadist...

So I lay there for those hearts....

But, how long can I endure....?