Garden Of Insanity

Alone, I sit in despair;
In the center of this garden.
Only hope to repair;
Seeking for a lonely pardon.

Suffering grows around me;
As only dust blows.
To enter, misery is the fee;
Never, the pain slows.

Time stops, here is eternal;
Escape not possible in death.
Reading the Reaper’s journal;
Living on, without a breath.

Grieving for this life;
The wind blowing sorrow.
Fenced within this strife;
Only faith left to borrow.

Darkness falling across my face;
Mourning crawling through me.
This garden has no grace;
Fear and Truth continue to disagree.

Lack of love taints the ground;
King of nothing, I reign.
My Empty Garden makes no sound;
As alone, I rule, Insane!

~greyeyesgabriel 2010