Great Gloomy Hall

Sitting here, in My Thoughts
They feel like gunshots.
The Pain is still fresh
Like My Bloody Flesh.
With Broken Bloody Knuckles
And Maniacal Chuckles.
I'll carve into my chest
"I'm trying my best."
With jagged edges and torn skin
I'll tally up all my sins.
Looking at Myself in the mirror
With less Blood, I see clearer.
Covered in My own shame
So, Auf Wiedersehen.
I won't step, unless you step to Me
I've been hurt too much, you see..
By Myself and two faced liars
In hiding, ripping down My flyers.
Reside in My Great Gloomy Hall
Ignoring all who try to call.
Living within Isolation
Reacting with Decimation.
I stopped trusting for the thousandth time
Repeatedly commiting the same crime.
Intentionally end up in that cell
To be alone, saved by the bell.
I have no authority
So, just leave me be.
I'm not the one in control here
My Subconsious is the one to fear.
Just follow the colors of Fall
To My, once great, Gloomy Hall.