He, the unknown.

I'm not sure what he wants.
He may not be sure if he knows what destroyed.

He thinks he knows how to fix it,
he thinks he can fix,
what he's been doing in a time,
with his words, his breath, his doings...

He may lose it everything, or almost,
and he still thinks other things.

Won't be, no more, almost easy.

Dumb men, dumb human.

He'll curse everything, whoever who will be near to him,
except the ones that doesn't need to be around him.

He still thinks he can fix it.
He  plays as it would be a game,
he thinks all be fixed with a apology, will do it.

He made a wound, and slowly made it deeper.

He still thinks about xmas...

What a cold xmas he made!.

Now  I don't want to see the tears he made with sins since the beggining,
before I was born, he needs this, but I don't want to see it, I don't want to support him.

Right now, maybe, I'm just using him.

He may need to suffer... to learn,
but even if he learns what he made wrong
all will be over anyway.