each floor my state of mind.
fear of the presence of the intruder,
I hide in the safest corner.
A lonesome livelihood,
the threat from the forces,
I hold dear to my heart
the single instinct to survive
The uninvited guest,
the possible death of me,
the courage to thrive.
my will, the weapon at hand.
A warcry,
I unleashed the beast in me
hammering the prowler,
a disabling move
Guilty are these hands,
the raider, my own demons,
the thing I injure, a self-reflection
who am I? an imposter...
