Bind In Silence

I am Second, bound in chains.
The First is in his prime, his fullest of form.
He gathers power, he gathers false words.
He will fall, with all his principles.
The Third is on a journey,
He is more like me. Except that -
He feels nothing. He will come after the First.
I am Second, I am powerless.
My voice is a whisper lost in the wind.
Hands and feet in shackles of norm.
I wait, much as I do not wish.
Growing like cancer I will break my cell.
I will be free.
I am Fever. I will come eventually.