There is a fight still happening.
This place inside that struggles and defends.
I know this dance so well
My uprise is fierce. Vicious at times.
The battle is immediate.
So fast that all logic seems lost.
My protective sea has isolated me beautifully
Keeping all of my LONE treasure in tact.
Fuck. The idea of union terrifies me.
My history screams and overrides any remote possibility
The screams of taken soul, diminished soul, lost soul.
All of this still lives within my protection. My uprise.