Am I a ghost? Am I the ghost you killed gently?
Am I anything, anything to the daisy?
Can I, oh can I dream a speck of Arcady?
Did you do it, did you break me, did you do me?
Am I the monster you so carefully carved here?
Am I the enemy you craved me to be?
Should I be it and oh, should I be the blame?
But I got broken and was broken on Death Day.
The worst shadow of the best inner child creeps down,
Dreams of an illusion drowned in malignant dawn.
A heartless shell with a harmful haze chained to mourn,
A produced soul terrified the somber daylight,
Defended to eat the forbidden fruit of Life,
'Cause I got broken, I have been broken so bright.
—
THE PROLOGUE
TO
POST-AVENGERS
"What are you scared of?"
"Myself."
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