fingertips to your pulse
healing hands sheltering shading shuttering
you from their radar waves
too pure a man to be trapped
by their demon trait ways
too late for them to make you stay
demonstrate you’re straight
your words stick like razor blades
shotgun click bait
trigger happy shifting blame
don’t let them pressure your precious you’re precious already
god-made single-blade
halo your light fights their unscrupulous heights
it was never made to fade