you
a slick thief to my breath; a speeding mallet culprit to the beating of the drum within my chest
you
a wise tutor to my heart; a flaming rekindler that cast fire and light upon my once icy soul
you
a swift saviour to my corporeal self; a living bane to my now withering suffering and sadness
you
a meager life wishing death; a swirling vivacity begging for rest in a world teeming with shadows that wrest from your hands the happiness of which it barely bestows
me
a scrawny defender to your rare felicity; a brave, little sentience that has sworn to battle the plundering darkness that threatens to destroy
you
