Those beautiful dark hooves have been trudging wearily in the endless, dead field.
A piercing squeal - reveals just how sick she is of her companion; she dumps him down and runs away.
What a day to say goodbye. What a gem.
And that's a game he knew and yielded way ago.
The more you feel, the less your brain is able to think.
And the more you believe you're in love, the less likely that it's really happening.
Until your last intelligent brain cells finally wake you up
So you can flee body and mind before they get stuck

Not for him—His cellule doesn't work like that.
He's sad and has lost his shield and sword.
But his armor is still crying for war
"I miss being in love.
I miss *** and good touches.
I'll be docile, be a fool.
Kneel down and listen to you.
My majesties.
I'm so addicted to it,
So please give the freak his fix.
Feel free to give him the kick,
The kid will amuse, BUT DON'T YOU TRUST IT!
In the end, he is the hollowest ****."

Night falls, torches rise.
Deep muddy swamp howling his name.
Wall. Walk. Walk. And Walk
Till the darkness eats his eyes.