Agathocles -

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