What for?..

What for have you been sent to me?

To mend the soul or kill it?

I feel offended by the destiny

That you're imaginary, not real.

 

My heart is getting numb at times

Due to enormous pain.

For it was dead for long decades

And woke up, yet in vain.

 

For the first time in my life I gazed

at my disabled will.

When I made up my mind to chase

Unknown magic thrill.

 

Your image's being multiplied in me,

My soul's completely hacked.

I used to be so carefree,

Now I'm fighting off  attacks.

 

I feel you with each breath I take,

Like you're my dearest twin.

And there's no power forsake

This sense ruling within.