His own created walls

He wanted to hide inside
His own created walls
The walls so obscured
and Intelligent
for the world
The walls pleading
For care
Yet lost
In obscurity.
They were bright
With dust
They yelled desire
Of a fire lost
In some unknown
Inner pyre.
The destiny
Had played it's game
The dirty dance
Of time's gyre.
The walls kept building
With time
With fire.
But aah! Who knew
The material was wax.
Soft and ready
To be melted.
Only the right heat
From one Street
Called the lost soul.
It craved to reply
Lost and subdued.
The heart had accumulated
Ego. A lot of it.
The street built fire
All around
To fit.
There they melt
Layer by layer
Tear per tear.
Will the lost soul
Try to forget
Yet again
Assembled coal?