A soul can stay hidden in a world where everyone is focused on themselves.
Yet, not from me.
I see past the depth of your eyes.
The eyes that disguise the warrior I once knew.
These years have grown weary on you,
your armor no longer gleams and shines the way it once had.
Your sword has gone dull and blood stained,
your shield has cracked.
Yet when you once swore to protect me,
how can you,
with the sunken heart and old eyes I perceive?
The darkness has seeped into your pores,
and the light I once felt?
Vanished; consumed by darkness.
You draw your dear Spirit close
when the night begins to crawl with life.
The whispers keep you sane,
but how much of you will remain?
