My prison of shame,
The shackles of fear.
Chains of the past,
A future nowhere near.
My shadows of guilt,
The void of suffering.
Darkness of my mind,
Accept my offering.
My room of silence,
The chamber of loneliness.
A home built for the wicked,
Protected and soundless.
My plain of despair,
The Marsh of sadness.
A valley carved by tears,
And filled with madness.
My castle of grief,
The keep of anxiety.
A fortress made of stone,
Where I reside quietly.
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