We’ve built the wall surrounding our castle— Slowly becoming each other’s demise. Sounds of slamming doors and shattering glass pierces the silence. What an inconvenience this life has become.
The pendulum that once swung has taken its final swing. Envious cries cutting through infinite silence. Visons of thieving wolves that capture our castle— Removing delicate, intricately sewn lies What an inconvenience this life has become.