LoneSavage

Upon this castle built of only sand and ashes from the deafening silence of feeling Here stood asylum, now what remains is nothing but surreptitious Of what walls that still stand to beg, stripping naked to scream Oh how they scream Echoes that reach far beyond it's coast, only to die in the breathless sea of grey The curtains stay closed for teeth dug into every shoulder, for what may only be vain, yet coiled by the thickest of barbed vine This asylum will prevail, for those more ghosts than people, while many more are falling, Or are they only kneeling? For when this heavy wall will finally fall, lest I am all but vacuous, thi