The Fine Line

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He comes from over there, but only knows the here
A heart of embers in a body unclear
Sam in the wind, with an evasive gaze
Always too close, always too far away

Adopted by the land of cold
But his fire never did grow old
He searches in clicks, in clumsy kills
A pixel warrior in a world that chills

He says he just wants to play
But he breaks things, looks away
Another ban, another scream that cracks
The game ends, but it’s never the shock that attacks

On the fine line between love and excess
Between the tank and the tempest
There’s Sam, breathing rough
Between the troll and the ideal stuff

A broken hero from Heroes of the Storm
A gay heart lost in shifting forms
But in those midnight breakdown cries
There’s a little boy wanting to be seen—then left behind

He games his rage, he games his ache
Walking the edge on a thread bound to break
He builds up walls in APM
Then tears them down like a poem again

He says the world don’t understand
But it ain’t their fault he hurts at dawn’s hand
Plays the clown, the king, the fool
But all he wants is a little grip around his soul

His joysticks are like cathedrals now
Each insult feels like a sacred vow
But behind every missed ultimate cast
It’s not the team, he’s facing himself at last

On the fine line between love and excess
Between the tank and the tempest
There’s Sam Vachon, breathing rough
Between the troll and the ideal stuff

A banned-out hero, a heart too raw
A cry of love that comes out in flaws
And even if he rages on screen
He dreams that one day he’ll be loved clean

One day Sam will load a game
And the world will see him real, no blame
Not for the shouts… but what’s underneath
Behind the screen, and in his grief

And that day, Heroes will crash
But not him.