Finale

I despise and envy your armor, my frame can't hold that weight.  But my exposure lets me feel and, I'll fly while you kneel. I give while you steal, you'll drown but I'll heal. That armor is jail, so stay hiding and fail. It deflect some pain, but it shuns all the gain.  It covers your eyes  and, denies you the highs.  You can't see it's a grave and, you'll never be saved.  You choose to go cower and, it's well past our hour.  You struggle to stand, but I've pulled back my hand.  You can tug at the clock but, your tic missed my toc.  Now it's my turn to run, you're too late and, I'm done.