You, it is you.
The face I have so recognized.
Where have I seen you before?
Oh, yes, I remember, but as I remember, I decide it is forsaken better to forget.
The story starts with the close one.
You have dug your way to my heart, for your presence is welcome.
To get to know you is to get to know deprivation.
To take and to steal all that is rightfully mine.
You are already master of many, and rookie at less.
I know your plan.
Weakest, when I'm at my fullest stage of vulnerability,
For this is your chance.
To deprive me of the lesser things I'm master at.
But knowing you,
There is much more for me in store.
