not welcome here

intruders

The cold drafts break through ripping and tearing the warmth in my skin 

I slam boards over boards, endlessly trying to keep what inside i have left  

My hands cry for the warmth they are forsaking to return 

I tire and turn to find there is no more truth or reason inside 

Oh wait, there they hide, bruised and beaten, dulled to grey

The forgotten demons a lesson played, locked inside they couldn't hurt

But in times of defense this will not work, forced to break a hole outside

Lesser a man and less alive 

Walking as one but still i survive

Author's Note

i used a battle axe to bust out so say sumtin