Tired Squire

Angel of fire, followed by faithful right hand, the squire of no desire, he's lonely, old and tired, but his war is a death sentence from over, years made him bolder, while also much colder, a crack away from snap, snap away from burst, stomach hurts, tear and squirts out the insides, no one knows where he went but he can't hide, angel thinks "he's mine", but without his mind, which she took, he's blind, goin down a road no one can find, sad really, it's kinda silly, his thoughts are many but acts are few, just wants to sit in the morning fog and dew.