Child of my illusions,
carry love in your arms.
Daylight disguises my seclusion.
Friends around me
hear me crawling.
They’ve know my losses
and if not dullards, witnessed my pleasures;
seen rocks falling
in on my fortress.
It is only a matter of time;
the walls will crumble,
the verse will stumble
under the fusillade.
Still, the only thing that can kill me now
is me,
and I have been here before.