I incarcerate the sound of noise,
Yet silence make my echo lonely[jailed].
I seek a journey forever lost...
For I stare at these four pale walls,
Remember the forsaken heart I once had,
Many decades ago.
[Can you hear me? Do you know me?]
Sacred smells, phrases,
Trigger my inner acrimony.
For I am resentful...
Oh the whispers.
Like a battlefield.
War between my demons and gods,
Only for them to take place in my mind.
I beg for mercy,
Yet I am surrounded by grief.
I am dull. I am
These four walls,
Watching over me.
Closing in for days at a time.
I feed on negativity. I drink from death. I find my light only in the dark.
The person which has come to know me is gone. And the person to break my walls is dead.
Now I must build my cave.
Hide from the world,
And its poison and agony and pain and annihilation and torture, enlightenment...
Continuous door slamming,
Ring in my ear. Awakening me of my real life.
Reality. Slammed. Hammered. Shut.
What's worth dreaming when reality is so unsure?
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