KeeperoftheWatch

This house is a prison, greyed-out and loveless, With no-one to turn to, and no-one who cares. The people around me, they think I'm mistaken, But they do not know the face neglect wears. I have to run, but I've nowhere to run to, Nowhere that's safe, nowhere to hide. So I'm locked in this prison, day after day here, And the saddest thing is, my heart's long since died. What can I do, when there's no-one to love me? Where can I go, when I'm riven with fear? A glimmer of light holds me back from my journey, A seedling of Hope, whose fruit shall not bear. I know in my heart that I am slowly dying, The longer I stay, the less I becom