A knight has fallen. 



I’ve been building up an appetite for standing for David. 



Stepping outta the trenches of self hatred. 



To reach those better days that are laid in God’s pavement. 



Late payments were made of my life’s card lately. 



My overdrawn balance declines and it’s finally timing to save me. 





But i’m Running thinner on patience. 



I lay my soul on the lines because it’s my sinners attempt at escaping. 



This is every late night and every vision im wasting. 



And every dream i have to pack up on the shelf that stays unboxed and untaped. 



I assume the ambitions i laid will probably rotten away. 



Winter’s days have me ashy as the demons im cremating. 



I stood toe to toe with my devil and told him his plan was amazing. 



But i’m an anime kid and every show that i watch tells me a good heart is unfazing. 



And no weapon should prosper 



and with the armor i plot to dress myself in there could be no penetrating. 





I spent this last day making everyone else around me smile, 



but i realize i spent all i got wearing my most fake of my faces. 



And i don’t have the Arya bag to keep the faces from fading. 



But i carry along cause these waters are worth wading. 



And God’s lent strength is amazing, 



and what i spend i might reap one day and if not i still gave it through grace 



And… what if i’m worthy of all the things i allowed myself to forget i deserved and all the things i started to hate. 



The silence in my night is noted and heard. 



The parapet holding me back from collapse dissipated. 



But leaving my soul on a track is how i keep my will from escaping. 





And yeah im a knight in rusty armor. 



Boring and safe 



in the worst ways 



and not good enough for one new friendship to pave way or harbor. 



And no one to anchor my spirit to the realm i contemplate leaving and this shit is heavy weighted 



Someone sprayed pesticide in my seedlings and now my garden needs weeding before it withers away. 



Sprinting away the problems im facing. 



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And like Tanzania phase 3 i feel an itch i feel i can’t place 



Whats left for a knight that has finally fallen from grace?