- Vol. 04
- Chapter 10
Visored, my knight errant Erroneously rides to my rescue Scar-etched metal form Symmetrical panels of pain Gained from my barbed soul And bladed barbs
Narrowed eyes begin to see All that I am, misleading Frailty hiding sheathed claws I can scratch when I have to Shall I show you? Let me carve a line under us And our chalk-dust lives
It was never black and white Neat, symmetrical A tidy planned out life It was chaos really, The nearly us The wearily us Until we removed our masks.