Decima

I have become, 

A shielded place dismembered. 

I have grown, into a fortress of contention. 

Those thoughts, you've once thought, 

While dreaming into the night, 

A worth of feeling worthlessness, 

I must admit these feelings right? 

An essence of corroding love, 

Gone with the days that came. 

Indebted memories to fallen times, 

You & Me, turned lonely I.