The Shattered Fortress

I built my walls from shattered bone, A fortress carved from flesh and stone. Each brick a wound, each gate a scar, To keep the world from coming too far.You knocked, you called, a gentle plea, Promising light where shadows be. I let you in, despite the ache, And trusted you, a fatal mistake.You wove your lies with silken thread, And spun a web inside my head. I bared my soul, my wounds, my pain, But all you left was a crimson stain.Now the warmth within has turned to ice, A heart encased in cold, precise. The doors once open now are sealed, By the truth your cruel touch revealed.They see the chill within my stare, And wonder why I no longer care. But where were they when I bled out? When my screams were lost in a silent shout?Now they come, with open hands, Offering solace like shifting sands. But I am no fool, I know the game, Their pity only fans the flame.Keep your kindness, I want no part, Of feigned concern or a hollow heart. For I’ve learned the truth that burns so bright, That trust is a blade in the dark of night.So let them come, let them plead, I’ve no need for their shallow creed. I’ve grown colder, sharp as steel, In a world that’s lost the power to feel.