The walls are high,
And the bars are thick,
The darkness looms,
Within this crypt,
A shattering cry,
Not heard by one,
Left so alone,
Where fingers drum -
Tap - tap - tap,
On the rock they go,
Sending me in a spiral,
Forever low,
Within this mind,
Faith is lost,
And hope is weary,
As love has no cost,
An empty...
Ravished emptiness,
Where the richest
Become penniless,
The insane created
From mortal sanity,
A brave conversion
From darkness' agony,
Despair is hidden,
In rotted eyes,
A drifting,
trivial prize,
Just tap - tap - tap,
Fingers on the rock,
Helpless, meaningless,
Behind this mental lock.
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23, Vegetarian, (insanely busy) Vet student pondering about love, life and dragons.
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