XVTake the devils awayThe ghosts. The wicked.Make it all go, and go all away.Tell me what's left.A man?(A shell).A soldier?(A child).A warrior?(A babe).The shell is his protectionHis face and his second skinNever to shed.Never to rot.His shell has become him.He is alive.Barely.
eveningwhispersEchoes of the eventide grows quicker between usRestless spirits fill the cold airSurvival whispers her chilling messageAs shadows gleefully frolic to and froThe darkness is here to guide meWrapping me in her solemn magnificenceI wait until the morning afterSunrise fated never to comeNecessary is the dawning momentWhen the waters proceed to pull me under
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