Bottle up your emotions - they can't stay

Silence is your option.

Pull out the armor, begin the fight

See the light. Begin to run.

Stay composed. Take the gun.

It's crouching, whimpering - torn from its source.

In the shadows. Quiet.

Begin the divorce.

No pity. I know it's bitter.

But sugar's not for you,

Complete the surgery.

It's your duty. Do it.