I need to fight to save myself from myself.
Infliction is the pain that cry aloud to be tame.
At night where drum of your heart beat alone,
it cries out to be heard of an unspoken word.
Where is the one, your armor of knight that ready fight?
Many times, rushing tears a fall, questioning are you ready at all?
May be this is fate that meant to take place.
Be prepares instead than be waste by those that prey on innocence lust. It is better to wait than to be made a fool, I say.
Your Armor of Knight will come, in time will tell.