Tethered

Tethered to the root. Engrained in the sod and immersed in the dark
It grows deeper. It only gets colder. Sullen and gray. The crow-path grown over
Chains keep you here. Rusted and weathered. Bound in the moss and the weeds overgrown

Kept in the dark and left there to rot. Veins are corrupt and hair falling out
Only the gums are still bleeding. Too old to scream, too tired to care
 Too many years and too many bottles. Acidic and vile. Yellowed skin. Narrowed taste
Too sick to vomit. The children grown, and jaded they stray

A deaf man will speak. A blind man still sees.
Dead men know no such things. A clinking glass. The empty jug
Stay the course. Never gone dry. Kept to the hilt, pour just one more
Welcome the darkness. Relishing seclusion.
Mirrors long shattered. Windows since boarded
His eyes have grown weary
His clothes are all tattered
What once was, will no longer be. And when he speaks, the tongues are unknown

I said goodbye. I tried it one time. Too many years
I said my goodbye. I meant it then too
Inherit the scorn. Keep it with you then.
An engine for hate. And It burns clean

A dog on his chain. A dog in his cage.
Embittered by fleas and foul with his mange
His dirty eyes don't bother
He wants nothing more
He expects nothing less

So I'll leave you alone
I expect you to rot
You expect nothing better
Now the bloodline is shot