In the cottage, I do away with all my fears Emboldened I stand, though it is nothing but farce This is the place where dreams die Here we suffocate, beyond all our years What resonates is a cloud, this pollution of self Scratched out resin, the torment of the ****** Another hit stretches night into day Gloom of lament darkens the dawn Beseeching, wretched face does not hold Vanquished by the same token, drawn into the light Perfectly irregular, blackened skies, pulled deep into the mist Dredged through drudgery in many years past, apart from this reality Behold today, new demons arise, supplanting the hollow, frail heart Seemingly wanes, to become renewed, yet in different forms Cannot escape, one ditch subverted, though enters another The haunted, portrayal of a soul inexorably marred All the change in the world, yet painstakingly the same