I crept out the back door
to hide from the horror 
of what stood before me
too afraid to watch it anymore
People dying all around me
Tears in my tired eyes
Weary of listening to 
the same old story every time
being told to the next generation,
to learn and unlearn in one blink
of the eye
Creeping out of the light
and into the darkness of anonymity
Stepping into the obscurity
of the mind of a madman
out of the sanity of the 
real world
and into the craziness
of the imagination
Safe at last
to create my own angels and monsters
inside my own boundaries