Savor of Savior

In a combat of great woebegone, you're a vessel of water that soothes my throat of rusting nails. A shabby pair of slippers among shoes of luxury to my feet of blisters brought by shattered pieces of bottles. The cheapest one yet a clasp of convenience for you're worth more than bars of gold. You're the only bits and pieces that made me feel like home, a bandage of warmth, the Sui Generis antidote to the stench of my rotting wounds.

You're the only coin left in empty pocket of hope when I have nothing to offer for you're my life saver and my light house to my lost soul.