Nothing More Than This

I used to believe
That there was more to this world
Than empty dreams
And hollow promises
But now
Now I see
That there is nothing more than this -

A few brief words
Scrawled on the walls
Surrounding my soul.
There's nothing more than this.

Strewn around the wall
Are scattered the hated foe:
The lies
The threats
The torments
That battered at the fortress
Trying to break in,
Trying to destroy the tenuous peace
That strives to survive within.

No longer is there hope
That there is anything in the world
Other than hollow promises
And empty dreams.
What is truth
When truth can not be found?
I weep
As I realise
There's nothing more than this.