I could never leave a friend
That’s why they leave me
For everyone reaches the wall
That stands around me eventually
I could never leave my castle
The iron maiden that I’ve built
Even though the moat is drained
And all the doors are silk
I could never invite someone in
And share my empty halls
For all is blackened brimstone
The castle is not what it was
I see sculptures with outstretched hands
Who beg for me to stay
But their hands turn into grasping claws
So I bat them away
My throne is lonely. My hearth is cold
It’s hard for me to breathe.
I am the one who leaves my friends
They never leave me
Poetry Overdose 