Castle
Still I'm too weak to stay,
to grow the roots of my darkness
anywhere that's not my castle,
far from the cemetery
that lays silent
and hidden by the towers.
Occasionally I find myself
at the top of the
high walls coverd in mistique,
sneaking like a wraith
as something within the fortress
is utterly asleep.
I waste my time gazing
beyond a concrete grown in ivy,
I'd rather be there
averting my gaze from inside
where everything
is up in flames.
I know what's waiting for me
when I go back,
guess that's why I always stay
a little longer here,
watching mist on the horizon
portending something that I fear.
Inside, the thick veil of smoke
suffocates.
A taste of destruction still
decorates the square,
the stench of death
still lingers on my bare hands.
How could I let anyone see the mess
or knock down my gates,
when I'm something between
fear of being seen,
and wish for being praised.
Inside I'm enriched by death.
I am the white flag on the wind,
but also strategic defense.
Fear claims me in cold sweat,
brutality surges to the surface,
and I seal any kind of entrance
protecting the secrecy of my essence.
Such strange love
between a cage and it's bird,
protected by the endless rows of bricks.
Watching how the world
plays it's dirty tricks,
waiting passionately to see me burn.
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to grow the roots of my darkness
anywhere that's not my castle,
far from the cemetery
that lays silent
and hidden by the towers.
Occasionally I find myself
at the top of the
high walls coverd in mistique,
sneaking like a wraith
as something within the fortress
is utterly asleep.
I waste my time gazing
beyond a concrete grown in ivy,
I'd rather be there
averting my gaze from inside
where everything
is up in flames.
I know what's waiting for me
when I go back,
guess that's why I always stay
a little longer here,
watching mist on the horizon
portending something that I fear.
Inside, the thick veil of smoke
suffocates.
A taste of destruction still
decorates the square,
the stench of death
still lingers on my bare hands.
How could I let anyone see the mess
or knock down my gates,
when I'm something between
fear of being seen,
and wish for being praised.
Inside I'm enriched by death.
I am the white flag on the wind,
but also strategic defense.
Fear claims me in cold sweat,
brutality surges to the surface,
and I seal any kind of entrance
protecting the secrecy of my essence.
Such strange love
between a cage and it's bird,
protected by the endless rows of bricks.
Watching how the world
plays it's dirty tricks,
waiting passionately to see me burn.
© All Rights Reserved