Part of why,
I cannot let anyone close:
Fear.
That I’d drink them dry.
Feeding on soul,
Emotion,
Devotion.
My ugly tragedies,
Cannot bear such weight.
Traumas of yesteryear,
Makings of a shitty monk.
Villain turned pacifist,
After decades of war.
You cannot support me.
Hermits like me must pay penance.
Hermits Like Me Must Pay Penance.
