The Wall

staring at a wall made of stone
caked with blood and tears
mended with years of regrets
and crystal dreams that fracture too easily
under the brutal glare of reality

drowning in foolish pride
believing the wall was built
by the distance in your heart

...i finally understand...

you're fighting to get in
but have an army scrambling
to stomp out the fires
started by your love

I built the wall...

it's my shattered illusions tearing us apart.


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