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.