you had so many people protecting your heart, including myself. oh how easy it was for you to butcher and bruise my own, as i cried.
these wounds are still weepy and they've begun to smell of something foul. no matter how i aide and dress them, this putrid ooze will not go.
it is quite the life sentence, being the owner of a heart so broken. you wouldn't have any knowledge of this. it is going to be the ruin of me.
i just know it.
i think had i been the champion of my own light, you would have never chanced even standing before me.
