Falling

                                              Falling

A chain around your neck,
That whips you till you bleed.
But you don't even notice,
Mutilated by your own greed.

The ground beneath you,
Opens wide.
It swallows you whole,
There's nowhere to hide.

Run if you want,
It can't help you,
You've dug your own grave,
A perfect place to fall into.