Iron Walls
To My Conscious
I see the world
With opened eyes
But the thing I see
Are no surprise
They haunt my world
With open sores
Banging through my iron doors
But behind my walls
I am small
Despite my long height
But nonetheless
I am depressed
Thus I embrace the night
But behind my walls
I am sad
Some days angry
Sometimes mad
I have never struck another with might
But I strike myself in the night
But behind my walls
Despite that I fall
My world is a bunch of clutter
Nothing more
Than an iron door
Surrounded by nothing that matters
But behind my walls
I hear the calls
Of my soul always weeping
The sobbing sound
Of tears to the ground
My heart is here for keeping
But behind my walls
I always seek
For something greater than myself
I always help
Despite my shelves
I always care for everywhere
But you will never see
Because I have placed
Beyond my face
These iron walls in front of me
(2014)
People always wonder what goes on down under, deep within my mind, what makes my angry and sad all the time. I set up my walls, so see myself fall, I am made of fragile bone hid behind the iron walls.
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