I have made my own prison to live in
my verhemenous temple of distrust
I can't deal with the dullards
those whom misconstrued me

Just be thankful I write
and don't cut you with my silver knife
for my words are hers
made of silver and gold

So I stay isolated
for I grow strong
and to the glory
it will not be long

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris