• Dwelling within me,
    Lies a spirit in madness,
    Devising a theory,
    to escape the sadness,
    of a tortured soul,
    with a lot of holes.

    Wanting destruction and craving move,
    I close off its thoughts like an ornate door
    Shallow but deep,
    His words start to seep.
    Losing his friends,
    he has learned to fend.

    Crawling in the depths of a hate filled mind,
    Always looking at the streets behind.
    Sitting on a bench in a dark park,
    He has always had to hear the dog bark...