castle my soul calls home

Walking through these hallowed halls my hands passing over scorch marks on once smooth walls. Feet splash in puddles as the windows tends to leak but there’s still a steady thumping so I know this palace still has power. And even if the lights are dim maybe that’s a lot more different than them being out. This darkness has crept like a cancer through every cell making up what I call skin. It’s a hell of a lot that I can still peak out from within. Even though I’ve considered leaping through these leaking windows. Just around the corner from these wet floors scorched walls and dim light. I’ve got a room like you’ve never seen. It’s got every kinda book dry books burnt books soaked books. To the ceiling to the floor. Ive got memories that most of the time stay forgot. Ive got paintings of places I’m sure I’ve seen before. There lights here work best when the demons keep the lights on. They wreak a little havoc they add and subtract stories in quiet unusual ways even. But my damned to burn soul keeps the breath of life in me. Who knows what I’d do if I was pure, I do I’d press the fucking skip button. Just Xs and Os my body full of holes cause if I’m going to go why not be Clyde even if Bonnie didn’t want me. I slip between worlds I can’t remember and worlds I wish I could just fucking forget. Let the sores Seep let the wounds fester who cares I could be gone in what these over protected muggles call a semester. So like a hero I stumble forward towards my finally only these Wounds could bleed every day and I’d still be inside this burnt and torched palace peaking out the windows from the castle my soul calls home