As I walk down these roads untraveled
plagued by lies, greed, misery.
I am powerless, lost in the echoes of my mind,
victimized for being my own kind.
I can now see the castle of glass
like tinfoil in the sun, it won’t last.
As the glass gets hot until it breaks,
then it will be gone
as if we burned it down.
Like skin to bone,
as a king to a throne,
my escape is my death,
I leave the torture in my remains.