Walking inside my own decay, fragments of my illusions fall to the ground
Facing the stark realities of what never was, or ever will be
An apparition moving forward, step by step clinging to the hope that each one lands on the earth in grace
As the dust flies so do I
Witnessing my Etheric blueprint crashing into the ground scattering reflections of who I once was
Bravo to the darkness that made me crash and burn
and damn you
for your part in my demise
Standing still in the void, I crave the burn of that liquid gold…the kind that erases all the thoughts, all the memories
Until then, I will haunt you, you know
and you will pay in bits and pieces, while I shred your life force with my gnarled fingers
Choke on my revenge
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