Before you bowed out of the media's glare
you were going somewhere, going somewhere
and when you returned in impostor mode
you had found something, you truly glowed
in the light
in the smoke
in the bullet's hail
everything you said was invulnerable
you drew shadows strategically placed just-so
you turned without fail.
All the light that fell on you
knew it was part of the show.
On the inside, do you wail
anymore? Or just sit at controls
and work your ways? Without a trace
- are you dying inside, or just undead?
Have you found your way back to the human race?
Have you come back to life for good?
Or revenge? What lengths shall you go?
I'm just glad
to have you back
at all,
you know.
My friend
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