I am broken, you can’t fix me

you may try, I will let you.

I swear on my dark, red and blue

broken soul!

you may also bring your tools:

your beautiful words, your soft touches,

mysterious eyes, some clothes,

that guitar and the swords.

you will need your arrows and bow

‘cause I will fight against.

used to fight against you all,

I’ll not miss the chance to kill

any hope.

and nope, I’m not alien,

I’m just broken.

made from so many tiny pieces,

that I carry with myself,

afraid not to lose

any of them

and not lose myself at the end…

I will let you try use your spells, your skills.

your dreams, I will let them be with me.

and maybe I will let you

believe you won.

But you won’t.

And then you’ll go,

I know.