Here it is again,
Demoralize, greiving, hysterical,
Vision spiraling.
Physical weakening
Mental strength decline.
Now it starts shaking,
My fortress is crumbling,
Grip the hand with the other,
To prevent the trembling.
It corrupts my being.
Events that happened,
In my head mixing,
Sounds blending,
In a daze,
I was melting.
Were it shadows?
Were it clouds?
Am I underwater?
Something clogs my hearing.
A sip of the soup,
A cry I almost shout,
Please come home!
I can not keep it in anymore!
She nearly escaped.
My shackles rusted,
Her attacks get stronger,
Every chance,
A gap, a hole,
I get weaker,
She might get out
Sooner or later.
If I disappear,
Just let me remember,
What I desire,
Is to be better.
Do not let our shell shatter,
When I let you out
When I let you take over
To be the master.
JovialMask2023
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