I played a short, free to play game on Steam called Morendo, it's quite confusing, and dark at the same time, and after I finished it (8 minute gameplay for me) I decided to make a small poem about it, enjoy!
Oh how I wish things were different
The fame runs through my blood
Corrupting my brain
My personality
My heart
I surrendered myself
Down bottles of champagne and wine
I let luxury get to my head
I created violence
When all I wanted was to show the word my songs
I traded my good life
My wife
My dear children
For a mere bar waitress
She, who said I was perfect
Who said I was talented
All she wanted was pleasure
No one these days care about love anymore
Not like they used to
I sit here
By the dusty, cracked window
A portrait of once was my life besides me
An old piano, no longer playing it's sweet melody
Empty bottles
Filled with what I became
The bloody strings
That once created melodies
Now filled with regret
And fake luxury
My fingers
That once ran through the sounds of my guitar
Now go limp
Not knowing if it's worth it anymore
My bloodied arms
Remind me of my mistakes
And what I swore to protect
This is not me
Not me, not me, not me, not me, not me
I'm not the man who you married, my dear, not anymore
I'm not the man you had children with, my dear, not anymore
I sit here, with my blood stained guitar
It's old and broken
My lifeless body waits in the old saloon
For it to be long gone and forgotten
As my story
The one of a greedy man
Ends
I hope you understand
That I regret everything
As you forget about my existence
I'll still regret the past
I'm dying
And I'm dead at the same time











