Confined in his
armor,
He cannot breathe.
Restrained and
immobile,
His body is his
sheath.
His scars are
protected,
By his big heart.
A constant battle to
be free,
To meet his
counterpart.
Inability to define
reality,
Documents his fate.
Visions of confusion
and illusion,
Often misunderstood
and irate.
The armor
deteriorates,
Slowly wearing thin.
His blinded eyes and
hardened helmet,
Cannot protect the deep scars from within.
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