My World

'Tis so quiet among these walls
Nary a spark to illuminate
Midnight-violet forever falls
'Tis here I procrastinate

I alone rule this precious keep
Though many seek audience
Refuge is treacherously steep
Without the slightest varience

Those ghosts still come, bid me stray
Hinting at more than midnight-violet
They know not why i must stay
Fear that truth shall not heed quiet

So shall i remain amid my dream
Keep close my guarded secret
Where all is as it should seem
No fear of loss, nor pangs of regret

Wherefore I reside inside myself