Weak to break free

Tied with strains of rope,
chaind from the ceiling,
slashes to the throat,
an little air for breathing.

Sweat dripping down the skin,
fear breathing down the back,
wanting to just give in,
an still cant slide the chain through its track.

Hanging there so weak,
the shackles break the wrist,
an its getting hard to see my own feet,
as just to turn an twist.