Yay... Another one of these poems. I hope you people aren't bored of these...
Disclaimer: We don't own PJO, I mean, there are TWO of us and only one person who owns PJO...
Fractured
Hairline cracks,
Practically invisible,
Unless you take a closer look.
It all started with one death.
The first crack,
And now,
A web of fractures
Weaves across the skin,
That was once so clean and innocent.
A map of his hardships.
Soon,
The cracks will widen,
What's left will become weak.
There will be a day,
Where one mistake,
Will be the downfall
Of our hero.
Broken he will be,
But for now,
He is only
Fractured.
Can you guess... Another Nico poem. I'm pretty sure you people are bored of these... But they come in abundance... Because... FEELS!
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