What lonely bones, rattling upon approach
like the feared snake when “fearful” takes control
upon the disgraced state of beyond reproach,
and so he softly speaks “sorry” sounding sick.

He doesn't want to be forced alone
He doesn't want to perish unknown
He doesn't want to ever bemoan

What warm eyes, tearing up, tearing him apart
like savage dining, salvaging nothing
for a later time. Yet he's armoured at heart,
and so he softly speaks “sorry” sounding sick.

He's unbreakable, won't be alone
He's unbreakable, won't die unknown
He's unbreakable, won't dare bemoan

He is unbreakable.

The End

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