Below my armor metal pieces hide that compel me to a sleepless night.
I cease to dream and wonder if your sight would still punish my nagging heart.
Those shards of ore; I swear they roar.
As if a different floor had been found beneath my arms where the metal, like a nib, extends all across my ribs.
Every time I breath and my lungs expand, I can feel the edges cut against the skin.
and I swear... there are times in which I'd rip this ivory enclosure
but THESE are all I have
but THESE are all I have from the precious time
but THESE are all I have from the precious time that I spent with you.