I I

The others
The others could
The others I could
Even Riye
Riye who found me - taught me
Raised me?
But
They’re dead 
They’re dead
They’re all dead

I 

I

Did

As he pushed me through the window I saw the pieces of my mind on the floor. The pieces of me. 
Scattered
Cracked
Touched

That’s why he wouldn’t look me in the eye. 

Dead

Dead
Dead thing walking 
My hand on my staff itches
The blade it became

Becomes

Can become 

Wrong

But what’s wrong? 
Touch? Touch. They touched -
They put me through the window - hoisted, pushed 
Squeezed. 

It felt like 

Felt like a change being pushed on me. The weight of a different person on my essence. A universe. 

Why am I?

I don’t know why I am what I am -
Old as time or
Newborn?
Renewing constantly.
The Sunrise.

All I know is that he is unnatural and that is wrong.
The core of me rejects his existence
Another part - a deeper part
Can’t reject him enough

If I am life.
And they are death.
How can that be wrong?
Opposing forces.
Both must exist

And yet.

My mind is mine and they are not
They’re dead. 
A legion of mistakes. 
A legion given to greater goodness. 

I couldn’t. 

I couldn’t. 

I can’t

Will he?

He could

Revenge 

Turn a blade on me. 

Sink it in

I’ve lived far too long. 
Not long enough.

Loved far too long. 

Forgotten.

I want to forget again.
I want to forget more.