Silent Descent

 

In shadows deep, my does dwell,

A hollow husk, a private hell.

Childhood ghosts, they whisper low,

In echoes  only I can know.

Trapped with in a fragile frame,

A prisoner with no hope or name.

Voices clash and scream inside,

while outwardly calm I abide.

Sanity's mask., a well-worn guise,

Hides the storm behind these eyes.

Lost in madness, non can see,

that shattered soul that once was me.

Hope has fled, and dreams have died,

In this shell where I reside.

Existing, not living, day by day,

a broken child, lost in dismay.