Disrobed and Raw
As I cross the threshold of my sanctuary. I close my door to shut out the craziness, moving about outside. The natives swirling around. Aimlessly and without care of the consequences in their mindless actions.
My mind pulled and stretched like taffy, sans the sweetness. The walls of my mind, cracking from the strain of containing the ever growing darkness within. My weapon craving the warmth of blood.
The battle never ends. The tone of my flesh, loved by some yet feared by the majority. All choose to only see the strength of my amour and the wielding of my sword. None consider the fractured essence of me that dwells within.
Behind closed doors, I take off my amour. Letting the pieces spill out, all over my bed. Sleep comes, yet rest eludes me. Before the sun relieves the duty of the moon. All the pieces of me are placed back into my amour, to continue. For waving the white flag is not an option.
Behind closed doors, I take off my amour. Letting the pieces spill out, all over my bed. Sleep comes, yet rest eludes me. Before the sun relieves the duty of the moon. All the pieces of me are placed back into my amour, to continue. For waving the white flag is not an option.
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