Death has risen before me and I have shaken his hand

Both in agreement that he almost won but still acknowledging that this has just begun

This tug of war for my life is teetering on the edge of exhaustion

Bringing me to the brink of my sanity

The ruler of all lies has placed his tongue softly on the beating drum of my ear

The droplets of his saliva are solidifying around my ears like wax headphones

Numbing the truths that are so visibly screaming on my left and rights

Wrapping his warm arms around me and rocking, he sings with his brilliant slaves

Sunset after sunset I find myself wandering like a baby penguin back to mother for comfort and warmth

Perching just below reality

This constant battle is requiring a sword that my dagger can not overcome

My armors pierced and battered grieving to be restored 

Every opening of my eyes reborn

Covering my sheepish body snow white wool flows full and thick that can never be sheered

I'm in refuge