Okay. I am an ex infantryman.

I served for fifteen years.

Spiders terrify the living shit out of me. I cannot be in the room as a spider.

I can't explain why.

this fortress I've built from stone

is merely a sandcastle

disintegrating into the tide and becoming a part of the sea

I don't want to live an ordinary life

to be "realistic" is to lie because

I think I could be remarkable

is that too far fetched too

narcissistic too

self-confident for comfort

cause I don't want you to misinterpret

my refusal to be typical

as any sort of assumption

that I am superior in any way

I simply desire to be extraordinary

because I'm terrified of being

lost in the blue

I've worked for years

I earned this.

I own who I am,

And what I feel.

I won't let fear

Keep me down now.

I earned my smiles.

I own my laugh.

I deserve that

Happiness when I

Look in the mirror.

I earned this.

And I'm terrified,

It'll all just...

Disappear.

"It's definitely not death."

"You do not fear death. You think this makes you strong. It makes you weak."

"Why?"

"How can you move faster than possible, fight longer than possible without the most powerful impulse of the spirit: the fear of death."

"I do fear death. I fear dying in here, while my city burns, and there's no one there to save it."

"Then make the climb."

"How?"

"As the child did. Without the rope. Then fear will find you again."

Alone I roam the streets between

Suburban homes

With loans so steep they make

Owners weak

Like chic models that haven't had

A Bite in weeks.

And the red they find on their

Balance line

Just might be fine if

All the cops find is

The front of their brain

Pushed

To the back of their mind

And the dark is something

Serene and nice

Laced in shadows that tuck away

Evil

With a knife

But don't worry your wife is

Safe

Just an arms length away from

The shadows that cloud the

Night