Thoughts are scattered
Dreams are shattered
Everything else is white
Silent, cold
I detest silence
My nerves freeze
Footpaths lead up my spine
Trenches dug inside
Gangrene, but my feet are black
Marching through the muck in my mind
Travels are trepidatious
Tender, age
Requisites to forge ahead
All I envisage is
A castle in the air
