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I am.
Sliding across the board
Crossing from light to dark
The hand that is supposed to love me,
sending me forth into the war
I tell them, I tell them
"You wouldnt understand the horrors"
"Don't send me back"
I bade farewell, marble tears running down my glossy body
Black and White fade to ambiguous grey, lose sense of meaning.
What is life. What is life without the rest of my set.
I wander alone in No Mans Land, outwardly a castle, standing strong and tall
Inside my walls a battle is waged, a turmoil of emotion
I am filled with cracks and my walls are close to breaking
When they do, a flood of tears will wash away the rubble that is left
I do not wish to remain a foot soldier, marching for a cause I don't believe in
But a war is heavy,
and they will not give up such a piece so easily.
"Blood is thicker than water"
And that is true, but it is blood that stains my marble walls
And blood that drags me further across the board
It was water who washed the blood, gently scrubbing at the stains
patiently washing,
fading their red permanence with care.
There is no water in No Mans Land
and I have never been more alone.