I Write Poetry

To bury the castle in this world I've created
Mishapen, tainted, and breaking from inside
Something that used to be so full of life
All that remains is coldness and strife
If only you could see the horrors inside
You'd witness a thing that I failed to hide.
Walking the halls with no light in sight
The paintings showcasing what was once alive
A memory, a hope, no only a lie.

Dreams from one who never awoke
Inside there lies the greatest of jokes
A whisper from afar beckons you near
Something, someone, that has known only fear
The image distorted, fading, unclear
Back into the shadows from once it appeared.

To bury the castle that once held such promise
A true tragedy that has fallen upon us.
But to move forward it must be forgotten.
Less it reveal itself to the world, and make all rotten.

If only they knew what it would be
A chance for the world to see
The prison that held thee
Nevermore, it was only me.