Pressure points

The mounted weight has the capability to lure one into a false sense of security. While engaged it expresses itself as a rewarding joy, but with the same calming hand it's flung its wrath with a careless grip. Looking sorely to bridge the gap within selfishness and self destruction.A primitive form of self preservation, it becomes a beast trapped in the corner.

It has the correct gestures and form but it dances off rhythm. Sheltered within what it expresses to others as only a way of exposing sensations. It's pierced a void within what it claims to protect and love. A battered betrayed shield that meant well but was too close to the treasure. As soon as the mind awakens it shows the important truth, senses flushed it tries to tear away at its eyes but sensibilities expose all. Trust that is lost should never be retrieved, a careless action propels one into harms way.