Unkempt and abandoned,
My mind is an empty town
Submerged in the greyest Fog,
Overgrown and moss embrowned
Abandon thought ye who enter,
The mind here enshrouds in dense smoke
Exit roads remain unfinished
Engulfed in a boundless grey cloak
The Fog swallows up the past and
Present here, as memories wilt
Untouched bricks lie in scattered piles
For towers that were never built