Shards of glass pierce my soul, dry tears speak in dark times among my heaven.
Bound in skin shackled to deteriorated bones screaming for youth.
Blackened eyes laced with red mists of the past.
Silhouettes of ancestry hovering in my dreams having never heard my breath.
Images received from beyond my known Existence.
A frail being rose from secrets decided before my entrance.
Moaning cries bellowing from my core, desperately pursuing acceptance of my bounty.
Wonders that spiral inactively, survive the essence of time.