Trapped for what seems like eons.
Water dripping from the walls.
Hands shackled forever.
Tormented to live in a dungeon of solitude.
I look up to only see a brick ceiling of grey.
Never again to see the sky once blue.
Birds are faintly heard here, singing their song.
My mind will be gone before too long.
I become something of a hermit in a sea of stone.
Away from all the worlds problems, with many of my own.
Lost in my own mind, thoughts fill the air.
Fantasies of the mind give rise to other worlds.
Observing what seems to be death in the making.
Forever stuck in the minds eye.
To many, a dungeon of solitude emerges.
Locked away forever inside its ivy covered walls
Many years go by in my fortress of one.
Keeping my aching bones away from daylight.
Rotting away from the loneliness.
I welcome the embrace of my eternal slumber.
Benor the Lionheart
· Sun Jun 07, 2009 @ 06:23pm · 0 Comments