Here I recall the vinyl shield who saves me and fortifies me whenever the world attempts to accord me with their sharp ammunition
I used to have a sentinel though it was a mere mannequin; I reminisce, that I was still very complacent from the mankind prior to this
Grim reaper, could you please convey these missive to my former aide? I have something important to whisper.
The juncture was cruel, they attempted to maul me with their endless weapons to bury my sanity down to the abyss
I swear the apparatus that ached me the most was the pistol because it was adjacent to my physique
I felt the rimfire profoundly, How the trigger was pulled, when did the primer raged to life and I even heard the bullet flew away from its cartridge straight to my core
Do not fret - though I am utterly sure that you are not giving one even a single smear.
Do not remind me - I know I am culpable for this; for tarnishing and immersing you with demolition.
We have reached our cul-de-sac I know, It’s just I forgot to thank the redemption of yesterday - The way you eradicate the bullets and how you suture my lacerations thereafter.
As I cite this commemoration to you, I am left vulnerably sitting on the ground - injured and unaided
If only I have build my escutcheon impeccably and my ramparts seriously these won’t take place.
I apologize for the disruption, may you repose in serenity
