Should there ever come a day
when you would seek my warmth
against the hoard,
I would gladly provide reinforcements.
Not to dissuade you
of the notion
of the existence
of the hollowness of my chest;
but to prove to you, once and again,
that a person can function without such trivial things.
I know you have hurt
I know you've been hurt in return as penance
I know you seek to cut the diseased limb
like it was worth nothing.
That leaden weight you abhor
is as yet, the thing that holds you afloat
to sever the strings is to let go and become one of us
do you think then you would hold no regrets?
A warning I serve
as I see you keen not to listen
the words of your elders, your monsters
in turn hold no meaning.
The end will come
when you least desire.
I promised to be there.
I'm afraid I no longer possess that strength nor power;
you have made this a day that I'd regret.