Chained II

There was once a chain null of pain,
and a chain full of pain,
both were not right,
both were not wrong,
both were chained to light,
both were chained for long.

There was once a rope of innocence,
full of diligence;
importance,
to one of the chains.
Thus it required help from the other chain,
to reduce the pain,
and gain
the other chain.

But both chains were blur,
which caused them to slur,
but one slurred more than the other,
when it is mentioned her,
and the chains were weak,
until they reached the peak.
Such tiny little tweaks.

At last, one was helpful,
in all the wrong ways;
and one was helpful,
in all the wrong ways.
The bonds were seperated,
as the helps resonated,
somehow fated.

Both needed support,
or they will resort
to distort.

And when such miserable happening occured,
both chains lost their land,
and failed to understand.
One was rubbed in mud,
like a withered rose bud.
One was rubbed in blood,
like a drastic flash flood.

The rope clung tighter onto a chain,
loosening the grip on the other chain.
But this time it chose the tighter chain,
and was unsure of the other chain.

And the rope was chained, forever.