find another target

I am wrapped layer by layer in irrefutable truths.
There are people with gold on their shoulders in my corner.
I am well protected and today I feel safe.

Your six month reign has wounded me in ways that I have yet to fathom.
Most days I wail.
Sounds come from subterranean depths and I hate you for that.
Each night my sleep is restless and I replay the days' events.
Each day I recognise myself less and less and protect myself with more and more armour.

I guess you will be done when I cease to be and you can sup on my carcass...



Well, Fuck Off, there's still blood pumping through my veins and flesh on my bones.