Constantly feeding the abyss inside to quell the feelings lonely
a wave breaking over rocks eternally that is my psyche
Feebly pushing against the primal storms of nature that surround me
Laughs echo round the recess of my mind like thunder and lightning swelling my melancholy.
This isn\'t how it was supposed to be, the walls I put up to protect me, have stranded my emotions in a psychological penal colony.
With guilt the one commodity
A hell of my own creation one without hope of liberation
The tears of this clown my libation
Counting down to incineration
With the heart of a coward thinking is this the only way to beat my self imposed incarceration.