His World

Desolation and solitude, doesn't begin to characterize this barren land
Death embraces the ground where love was rooted and use to stand
A time before it was scorched by followers of hate with devouring hands
The time before harsh reality exterminated the cowardly man
That fortified his existence with fortress's built upon sand
Petrified in the false security of his faltered mind
Imprisoned in the tranquility of isolation, that shines
in the darkness of his obsolete world
Setting as a king on his thrown with diamonds and pearls
Rich in his own abyss, while truly defining what lonely is