Black Walls And Broken Halls Poem by Christian Taze

This is the coldest night it's been in a while
And I sit here without a smile
From the rest I've been left behind
Is it too late to rewind?

It's hard to keep a strong lore
When weakness is what I long for
These black walls keep me in
And these broken halls keep me free from sin

But my mind wanders beyond these walls
And my thoughts carry my curious calls
Can u hear me anyone?
Can u see beyond the sun?

It seems that I dwell among the coldest stars
Will anyone come to see my oldest scars?
Deep within the blackness of space
I'll keep the doors open just in case