I was broken long before;
the time we met and cast aside...
My cords entwined, like a puppet;
wearing masks of ivory silk...

Broken and tarnished to the core;
hearing white noises cascade...
The paint is cracking - parapets
are running up the wall - my deluded ilk!

would I see the safe haven and its shore;
before I'm drowned... do I see the change of tide?
Would you harbor this monster - even as a pet;
or be rebuked and revolted like on vinegar milk...

I was the broken dream of "Perhaps" and "Maybe", sure;
something in between slender-man and kagemusha on a joyride...
Would you unlock this conundrum and my time set;
or break the cogwheels and bury your sword to the hilt?