There is a dragon which resides inside of my head.
Guarding the memories which weigh me down like led.
Scorching all reason which tries to invade.
Crushing the questions that come in a raid.
Guarding the wall’s built high around.
There lives an army of doubt; keeping hope from their compound.
In their hands, they grasp their swords of malice.
Incessantly protecting this faithless palace