Possesion

Its like a dark black chain, it keeps you tied to a stake.
Its supposed to stop you from running into the street and getting hit by a car.
But its long since outlived it purpose, supposing it had one in the first place.

You dread it because in the heat of the day, it burns your skin
and in the cold of the night, it freezes like its made of ice.
But then you wish it really was made of ice, perhaps then,
it would be a little easier to break it and run free.

A prison built to hold criminals gets broken eventually.
A wall built to keep out invaders gets broken too.
A chain built to hold love down, doesn't.