The sickness consumes me, dragging me down into its pit of woe.
I am so tired, my wounds not healing like they should, my strength ebbing with every blow. How long I can go on like this, I have no clue- my blade is rusted, my spirit weathered, covered in skin that peels and just won't heal.
Yet I cannot rest, must continue the fight, must not let the enemy know they have struck me to the very core.
Shield broken.
Heat battered.
And no one to rescue me but myself....
I am so tired, my wounds not healing like they should, my strength ebbing with every blow. How long I can go on like this, I have no clue- my blade is rusted, my spirit weathered, covered in skin that peels and just won't heal.
Yet I cannot rest, must continue the fight, must not let the enemy know they have struck me to the very core.
Shield broken.
Heat battered.
And no one to rescue me but myself....
