Castle

My hands will not
shake
when they’re sore
and my throat will not
bleed
when it’s strained.
Prisoners forever.
Prisoners
together,
Prisoners of fortune,
and we’ve built
our own
cage.
Same old
aches
and
pains.
Same old
aches
and
pains.
A castle is a ruin,
just a pile
of
things,
laid
to waste.
We’re born
into
a
mass grave.
Oh, what shame,
stone
chips away,
and stone
chips
away.
Dreams on the hill
have gone
over
to
gray,
and it’s the end,
it’s the end,
it’s the end
of
all
things.
Same
old
aches
and
pains.