Temple of Doom

In the darkest temple of my mind,

Where the shadows dance and the demons reside,

The thoughts that ravage me inside,

A tumult of chaos, a maelstrom of pride.

The altar of my soul, a throne of doom,

Where the darkest fears and deepest gloom,

Reside and reign, a realm of despair,

A temple of thoughts, a dungeon of air.

The walls are adorned with cobwebs of doubt,

And the floor is slick with tears and rout,

The ceiling a canopy of despair,

A sanctuary of sorrow, a lair of fear.

In this temple, the darkness reigns supreme,

A kingdom of madness, a throne of dream,

Where the thoughts that ravage me inside,

A legion of demons, a horde of pride.

But in the depths of this darkest place,

A glimmer of hope, a spark of grace,

A light that shines like a beacon bright,

A refuge from the darkness of night.

So I will enter this temple of doom,

And face the thoughts that ravage my room,

For in the darkness, I may find the light,

That guides me through the darkest night