What Lies Within
Rigged green vines
coiling upon a cold steel gate,
within,
a numbing mist hangs over the land.
Twisted, dreary trees
stand solitarily
amongst the stone garden.
Listen,
you can hear their groans and sighs,
wheezing in the eerie stillness.
The creeping fog clings to tree and stone
like hands around an infants throat.
No eyes,
nor ears keep watch
over this chaoticly happy haven,
for no one enters or leaves
but me.
This is my dwelling of depression.
Here I rule with blood and bone.
Sorrow and Rage are my knights,
from here I send them out
to reek havoc on the world.
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