I stare at these crumbling castle walls
The once-mighty stronghold of my heart
Turned to ash and rubble in the wake of my own inevitability
My hatred of myself has torn the stones from their places,
Has felled each turret and hall.
I wander amongst the wreckage
The endless madness of my mind
These ancient ruins, a maze of my own invention
Designed to keep the darkness inside me from escaping
Lost inside my blackened eyes.
I find no solace within this prison
The forgotten fortress of my soul
The church bell tolls its mournful notes for the dead
The blight of my existence resides within this decaying citadel
It has become my final tomb.
