Domain of Decay

Within these darkest walls.

As I write these lines.

In this domain of decay.

Words fall on the soil beneath.

Enfold, embrace, besiege, swathe.

My domain.

Within these darkest walls.

How can I be human?

They say they are blind.

Smearing ashes across glass.

In this forest of harbored thoughts.

There's demons in my mind.

And I entrust myself to the lure.

Of leaving this existence behind.