ResRerum

The armor was warm. It was alive. It was separate. It was foreign. Shame manifested itself as patches of coldness on the skin. It was stuffy. The feelings entwined into a tight  tangle are stuck somewhere in the throat, a cry that would never be heard. The heart was fluttering like a bird in the chest, listening to the voice, tearing at the bones with careless attempts to escape. To run away. The affectionate words left a mark on the back of her mind, which she could no longer control. He says you haven't done enough. Not enough.

Be in a rage, little moon, for it becomes you Doubt, for doubt may lead you to me. And I will embrace you, even if you cannot embrace yourself. I shall give what you are deserve

Yet now I must be harsh with you Though I do not believe it can harm upon you The same cannot be said about your beloved pride

And you could be my rope

Words are left unspoken

As our opposites attract

Both of us are broken

And we both ignore the fact

We're almost perfect

Then the serpent And the wolf The thurses Of fire They will fight They will fall Find their end for all times

Then the gods And the dead And the timid And the brave They will fight They will fall Find their end for all times

Let's try to forget That we are ill, About the irreparable, the incurable, About what we can't Speak aloud until the very end About what we haven't been able to say out loud to the end Let's try to breathe At the same moment And be a continuation And a reflection of each other Over the abyss of separation