Lost in a high castle above the shacks,
Dreaming of a plain life you want so badly back,
Tightly grasping your power, paranoia spreading,
The sun is approaching, the sun you are dreading.
Where is the beauty of youth uncorrupted?
Where is the warmth that went uninterrupted?
Where is the integrity, distaste for traitors?
Stolen by a creeping, crawling invader.
Stalking the chambers of your labyrinth mind,
Creating an image to send you blind
With guilt and terror and pain you inflicted,
The monstrosity of your worst self depicted.
Blurry-gazed, traces of your slumber evident,
Beginning to realize impact is greater than intent.