What the picture says

Shackles
As clanging cymbals
Dead of the night
Death in sight
If the sting of cold does not kill
The anger in the eyes,
The discomfort in the neck,
The words trapped in tongues will
Imaginations of a vile men
Stripping bodies of soul,
eyes of mirth,
heart of joy,
senses of familiar
Until all that is known spells
Bondage

Jennifer Dafwat