Temporary Home

Built up just to be knocked back down,

Hiding in the corner,

Trying to avoid the inevitable.

But before you know it,

It consumes you.

The very thing you were hiding from,

Completely takes over and you can’t hide anymore.

There’s nothing left of you, nothing there for the picking,

Nothing but bones left to pick at.

That’s all that’s left of someone once so brave.

Something else toke over him and drove him to

The edge of his sanity.

It was only a temporary sanity anyway.

Only until it finds someone else worthy of tearing down.

Everyone’s so caught up in things that don’t matter

That all they really have left at the end of the day is


It’s too late now,

Fear already found me.

The End

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