THE WALLS OF FEAR
Promises;
I guess you are nothing,
Nothing but the foundation of my ill-fating life
I guess you're nothing,
Nothing but a castle of ivory built in the air
I guess you've become nothing,
At this point other than the walls of fear around my castle of ivory built in the air
Your architecture stems from the dome of assurance
Given allusion to the universe called the Future
Of things that would be,
Paintings well illusioned to create the perfect picture
And at the end,
What is it that you really are?
I say you've become my walls of fear!
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