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.