I guess

Imprisoned with a smile
a touch
a kiss
chains
of their own volition
circle; entwine,
rising up with a metal smile.
Cut off my reasons to run
melting iron
meets skin
become the machine
eating,
drinking,
fucking.
sleeping.
False gods
raise their banners
stake their claim
to where the path
ends
in defeat.
Only human all along
gotta learn to separate
the pearls
from the swine.
The diamonds
from the death.
Chains of gold
are still chains
suffocating hold
repressed
take the bit into my mouth
let the horses run
just come back to my bed
when it's time
to hide from the sun.