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A Shadow of Myself

I'm like the furthest star from your being

I've already died and faded out

You have not begun to realize it yet

My eyes grow cold and lifeless with doubt

 

All you see is the resonance

Of what I once was and what I had done

You will soon see my flash of brilliance

An explosion of wisdom in foreign tongues

 

My neutron star imploding

Blinding all non-believers

The deafening cries of a lifetime of heartache

Knowledge bestowed upon righteous receivers

 

I have become one with the myths

A shadow of my former self

Mere vestiges of all my thoughts and invocations

Permeating the infinite with stealth

 

"Tell me a secret," she whispered

There are no shadows on the sun

The moon is a vestige of our past sins

I'm dying for a chance to live as one

 

I can't rid my mind of misery

Heaven knows I lack control

No matter how fast and far I run,

The devil still finds my soul

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May 22, 2012
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