Toss them a line and bolt out, recall them to life and skin them to bone;
and let the wind blow off their ashes as if they were a burnt up pile of hay. Make them feel useless after you have them shirtless, expand your veins and deplete their beauty then ascribe it to love. Have their heart shot by arrows then spin around in strut and leave.
Purity is what made them trapped heart absurdly cracked
and kindness had them eaten up brutally.
Loyalty is their solely bullet hands on trigger they wish for it to riochett off.
