I can’t wait to rejoin the world of the living. These looming shadows once a shelter quickly became my prison, but I’m no longer at home with these ghosts of the past. To worship the moon and curse the sun has brought me only sorrow and heartbreak. Oh how the darkness taunted and teased with a comforting familiarity, drawing me into its crooked arms with promises of shelter. Now blood stains these walls that I built to protect, nails shattered from scratching at my own blockade. I erected these borders as a preventative measure, to shut out the monster that stalks me through good and bad. And with the last brick in place, through the smoke of the last bridge I burned I saw her and understood. I had not escaped that violent gaze, those wild eyes and sharpened fangs. She was not one I could keep at bay with lock and key. After all this time I understand. It was always me. The monster was me.