Yet again the time has come now,
Let him pick up the broken pieces once more,
Collect these sorrow filled tears,
That stain across the bathroom floor.
To grind them into mortar and base,
To construct the cornerstone of this new place.
Yes: assemble the pieces again,
Into that familiar mask you see.
But behind the mask is built, brick by brick,
A fortress to keep the darkness out.
A fortress to protect himself from himself,
To keep the dark intruder at bay,
To keep the vicious deprecations and insults away.
To harden himself from the calls,
To bear the lashing without reply,
So even in the piercing screams,
Of his ineptitude and nothingness,
He may be safe.
Safe from himself.
In a fortress of his shattered dreams.