Let this be forgotten, For I know I am nothing. Behind my tall brick walls I hide, Broken; so far, so wide. Waiting for my misery to take me, My walls crack to holes through which you see. This is all I am, All I can be. This is my land, For as far as my eye can see. I breathe air so tainted, My eyes, too weighted. Nothing I see has life any more, My life is tale of lore. Told as a story to scare young men, A small house lost to the world is my den. This is all I am, All I can be. This is my land, For as far as my eye can see. I am void of all emotion, My tears are my only potion. Simplisitic choices left me all alone, Strength I cannot hone. Nobody remembers lore that goes untold, Depression has taken it's hold.