I was born in a complex zone,
A place which no one understood
But the mind that brought me to life was special,
Because it put me before anything.
I wasn’t anything ordinary,
Anyone who wouldn’t understand me would call me a controversy;
But still my beloved creator,
Couldn’t think of anything but me.
The creator went too far,
To prove I was ordinary;
Deep dungeons, dark alleys,
Slaying dragons to save me.
But all mortals have weaknesses,
My mortal had one too;
The addiction I created,
Became a weakness and it’s end.
Now without a mortal,
I have no identity of my own;
Now there lie two mysteries,
My appearance and my mortals’ disappearance.
I wouldn’t say I was devastated ,
But I knew that was the end;
My life remains a mystery,
Buried deep down in hell.
But thinking about this I realized,
I am not a mortal myself;
I can be born again,
In another mind who thinks the best.
For now I go to sleep,
Waiting to be born in another head;
But the next time I rise,
I will make sure this mortal has no regrets.
I will be born to get answers,
I will be born to bring change,
I will come back to bring back to life,
My mortal, the creator itself.