Living in a world of dark and shadow
With surroundings that never want to change
I can travel to where I want to go
Provided everyone’s well out of range
That face in the broken mirror isn’t me
Thus, within time, I will be gone from here
“This isn’t happening”. None hear my plea
Ascending to an oblivion so clear
Contact with the world is already lost
Scratching at walls until my fingers bleed
Falling with a body covered in frost
Screaming with a voice that no one shall heed
This is my kingdom and it’s all I’ve got
And within its cold stone walls I shall rot
3rd March 2005
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