demolition

start with plain old earth, dirt

composed of the decomposing

add to it, in no particular order or proportion

blood

sweat

tears

the glue that holds it all together

now, mix it thoroughly

pack it tightly into the closed off form that has become your heart

you now have the first of many bricks with which to build your personal fortress

these bricks hold value, they don't come cheap, you earn them

stack them carefully, this bunker must be impenetrable

it needn't be large, you're all alone, you always will be

simply decorated with your most personal furnishings

time to settle in for a lengthy stay, there is no door...

as these walls go up, however slowly or quickly

no thought is given to windows or doors...or escape

hope you like it in there, are you comfy?

you don't get visitors, none are allowed

welcome to no mans land

you created it, enjoy

personally, I'm tired off my self-imposed exile

I want to see the sun, feel it's warmth

I've become so pale and fragile behind these walls

I need to move, to stretch these atrophied tendons, test their strength

I want to be touched again, hand to hand, heart to heart

won't you help me take down the barbed wire?

if I start on the inside and you start on the outside, it'll work

chiseling away at my lifes work, deconstructing the fortress,I'm so tired

I will need you to help me stand, feels like I haven't in so long

help me to see, I will be squinting against the light so bright

help me to feel, my hands are so calloused from my labor of fear...

my biggest fear is that these walls are reinforced...

better bring a jack hammer