Hideous Headchopping

Hideous Headchopping
I've built my little castle,
based on apathy.
and now i'm truly armed,
against insecurity.
stone cold thoughts,
behind a grieving mask,
furious eyes,
analysing silly lies.
ferousious grey mass,
non-believing in a cross,
an aim so insane,
the last leaf must be slain.
a wood-chopping sound,
goes in my head around,
the tree that once stood
has now been chopped for good