Don’t think you broke me down. I’m alive.
You possess me. But not my soul.
Stop sharpen fondly hunting knife.
‘Cas for yourself you burrow a hole.
Don’t think you won. Let’s see the end.
I changed the rules. And game is rotten.
For help your angels weren’t sent.
Hold on. You will be very soon forgotten.
Don’t think you conquered me. You’re err.
And giving world of mine to you, I lent it.
But, please, be careful, dining into there.
And holding one-way-ticket, make a landing.