Insanity

A prisoner with a mind made of gold
Made his way to his mind's unknown
He wandered many lonely hours
Through the broken magic tower

He arrived to it's ending
There was nothing, just a space
Hidden in his hands his face
And inside he was descending

Entered even further to this mind made of gold
He discovered secrets that shouldn't be told
He drawn in his own insanity, he grown
And from his own he suddenly got blown

He travelled to his ending
There was nothing just a space
Lost his mind, spirit, grace
All his life he was pretending