To the spirits I come
Away from the flesh of existence
And know everything I am
Exist somewhere in another form
although that form is conscious
It is not really human
To the shadows I form
and know this shadow is merely me
Using another anatomy
lurking behind the door
Until you can't see me no more
I exist as darkness and give it meaning
To the light I go
The only light I'll ever know
That gives my soul existence
and my spirit soon follows
away from this rotting corpse
This corpse we think is ourselves
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 8:38 AM UTC
To the spirits I come
Away from the flesh of existence
And know everything I am
Exist somewhere in another form
although that form is conscious
It is not really human
To the shadows I form
and know this shadow is merely me
Using another anatomy
lurking behind the door
Until you can't see me no more
I exist as darkness and give it meaning
To the light I go
The only light I'll ever know
That gives my soul existence
and my spirit soon follows
away from this rotting corpse
This corpse we think is ourselves
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