Who am I? .... Am I the one to show the shattered remnants of your torn soul that was was broken can now mend? Or am I that inner wound ... cut so deeply within that soul that no amount of time or vice can fix ..... no mend for that which is broken?
Who am I? ..... am I that same person who bears your smile within your vanity? Or am I mere form ... the shadow within your depths of insanity ...?
Who am I? ..... am I that protector? That guardian of your will ... that fell from the open vast blue and has guarded every move for you? ... or am I that which was cast? The favorite one .... no longer on your side ... but driven fast to destroy your being within my grasp ..
So am I that little red fiend with pointed tails and tridents bearing? Or am I the blessing in disguise? The certain surprise that you've been praying?
No ... neither. Such as the spectator, I only gaze. Wondering my paths. Creating my ways. a free spirit within, no more then yours persuades.
I am who you've yerned for life ... yet run from in fear. I am that which dwells, but never near.
Look upon my vessel and discard it if you will. I'll return
... another fill ...
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