time shot me using his worst weapons abandoned me in the footnote of his tale half a poem half a poem with foggy verses filled with praises and cracked with panic and despair half a mind... weak and learns no morals of his own stories half a heart... Traumatized weeping of delights half a spirit... broken and bleeds of bitterness half a life... weakened by insomnia... spilled in vain and they captured all my halfs ghosts of anger despair and sadness planting their flags in my heart and they talk the helm of my ship half my life spilled in vain and i was faithfull to that unbeknown i adored her and i didn't know who she is praying she would free me pull me out of my despair her craziness emerges within mine and so she fills all my halfs satisfied with half resolutions and she complete my half poem with me