Don't wait up.


The decision has been made to defend myself.
As my mind wanders, the softer the shield gets. It can't hold on for long.
The camel's back is broken because the horse didn't drink.
No matter how much sense it made to, and how many times I told it to.
My intentions were good at least. My heart was open.
But I am at peace with the trials of recent.
There are no knicks in my armor.
I have, and will survive. My heart will recover.