bones creaking,
thoughts creeping
from the back my mind
and take form in the shadows.
my thoughts seem to be leaking.
I have a castle
in my mind
which has turned me blind.
dark corners
occupied with foreigners.
these evil creatures walk free
torturing me;
protection is seldom,
shine is not welcome,
and there is no hope of rebellion
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 7:14 PM UTC
bones creaking,
thoughts creeping
from the back my mind
and take form in the shadows.
my thoughts seem to be leaking.
I have a castle
in my mind
which has turned me blind.
dark corners
occupied with foreigners.
these evil creatures walk free
torturing me;
protection is seldom,
shine is not welcome,
and there is no hope of rebellion
