Look at that ugly child left dying in a corner
While his companions fled bold and handsome
The walls of the cellar growing till they swallowed him whole
Or was it he that grew smaller?
The bars of his prison grew thicker and closer
And those that promised to stay and love
Were the very first to leave
Beautiful words dissolve in thin air
Like a sweet perfume on a windy day
While lies and treachery, as a cloying stench
Sinks into the flesh
Burning and wasting good, able-bodies
Leaving sallow, withered skin in place
With a grey-green pallor
That pales along with the soul
Love, that double-edged sword
The only place of happiness at the tip
Fall off one end; pain and sacrifice
The other, hurt and betrayal
A delicate situation,
Not for all to withstand
Fall off, most do, one by one
One end or the other, matters not
In the end, all that’s left behind
Burns the size of a heart,
Sometimes, not even time can heal
Remember when you had spirit?
Remember when you were jolly?
Fresh and alive, ready to make the world yours
Now dreams are called fantasies
And hope is but fleeting
The will to live escapes
Falling through your fingers
Much like the sands of time
The one corner of your world
Where you remain,
As content as you can be
Behind walls the world can’t reach
Where you will rest
For all your remaining days