Shame

Shame rears it's head, it's at the very core of me, facing me, a shambling monster hiding behind the mirror i see myself in... or is it just a crappy piece of glass... a city of gold built on a fetid swamp... into the gaping maw once more i go, boots strapped tight, the sword of clarity slung across my back and faint beacon deep inside my heart calling me home and guding the way.