In my grasp,
Lies all
Everything I own
And my wall
What is owned
Means not
But frivolousness
I never meant
For it to be so selfish
Demons dark
Yes, could be blamed
But my path
And my choice
It would still be the same
So control
Of my possession
Leads to nothing
But empty depression
And so strength
Turns to quaint rasp
All falls
Out of grasp
