Poetry - Armor


The first chip is the hardest to break
Once it’s gone, the rest if the armor
Falls free from its resting place

But the armor surrounding you
Was just an illusion
You put it there
To make you feel free
To make you feel strong

Once the illusion is gone
The blood flows free
Leaving you nothing but
An empty shell

The panic takes
Your breath and
Seizes your heart

You need the pain to leave
If only for a second
You would trade your life
Just for a moment of peace

You crave the armor back
Just the illusion of it

The illusion is better than
The empty reality of nothing

The nothing you have left

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