They creep over and along the crumbling walls,
charging at me with their best weapons blazing and ready--
troops of terror, these infinite and invincible apparitions
of Madness, Loneliness, Darkness and Destruction.
Years of perpetual fortification made useless--
building up walls every day for a lifetime
to save myself from a barrage of the pain
of betrayal, abuse, grief, neglect and utter slaughter--
to unchain me from this cold prison
of my own exile, my own self's constructed defenses
and their tyrannical and brutal, but effective, reign--
that I might fly, for just once, among the blessed and free.
But oh! how mistaken I, how