There is something very dark the shadow of which can't be turned around To diffuse some light, what is this thing at last Whose sound has been muted and repressed? Attracted to the color red Some dim, some intimately deep corner You're not much loved under the light One war as one too many war One war, the one that k**ed his soul He runs closer and closer to the wood, (?) for your love And although well and in flux, he teaches no one (?) Chance crushes, the deeper bones So what, you are a monster but I'm part woman, rid yourself of me Your case needs opening up, look inside, feel what needs to be felt There are choices you can make, the humble ones of the poet The player, he cannot sleep at night The player whose soul was k**ed in war