You have been good, you have been kind. Gave your softest heart. Shared your truest mind. When all comes to pass you feel uplifted, center of attention. Then the lights turn off and the world stands still. Could it have been you pretended hero in the end. Or it’s the emotions they skip over. Never a lack of love, maybe just not enough. You never ask for safety cause you always pull the trigger, for them, but bullets ricochet and hit you in the temple. You discard another body.

               Armor built from center.

Darkness over crowds you, demons start to scatter. The voices seeping in, not another murder. The blood is on your hands you have always been the culprit. So what’s left to do when the pain is all on you. Carry them on in stride or harshly let them fade from your mind.  You can’t let go, deeply family orientated it seems so. You’re gonna reach down, grab that piece of steel that always needs to be found. that core part that you rip from yourself to give to everyone else.

           Your armor built from center.

Needless to say they carry on unnoticeably wearing your power like a cloak. Suppressing you from the inside, just a faint look of tired on the out. But you oh you, you build your armor from center. You recharge, not with the show of care but with the knowing that everything’s alright. You recharge, by how big you’re able to brighten someone else’s light. Yet still the background has never been the place for you. So you sit and you dig and you pound until you finally figure out what to do.

Something that should have been clear from the start, something that kept passing your thoughts and tricking your heart. You Incase yourself in your Armor. Not to shut out anyone else, no. Just to keep the negative from getting in. You see once I cover myself in this Armor I can help you and me.

When I am weak there is no light so in order for me to be strong I have to dig into my center and put it on. I have to wear my light and bath in the essence of my own metal. Get my shield and put my arsenal together. This Armor made from my center is no longer for those that drain my power.

This is for me, the susano of my soul.
—Misfit