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Metamorphosis (of Thy Parabola)

by OkSayer

as i Unshape my infinite parabola (it mutates) into a speck of dust and oxygen within a blinking moment i embrace the curiosity that flows inside my soul. into a speck of dust and oxygen love seems to escape my heart and mind i embrace the curiosity that flows inside my soul and I feel better and worse at the same time love seems to escape my heart and mind every single time i look into your eyes (and emotion) and i feel better and worse at the same time i try to free myself from who i am every single time i look into your eyes(and emotion) i attempt to see a little bit of me inside of you i try to free myself from who i am so i can become more like you i try to see a little bit of me inside of you i’m locked inside a box and i cling on to hope so i can become more like you for you will free me from my world. i’m locked inside a box and i cling on to hope (feel that sense of affinity i embrace) for you will free me from my world (i’ll convince myself never to forget) (feel that sense of affinity I embrace) i may not be able to hold your heart (i’ll convince myself never to forget) nevertheless you’ll still be a Radiant angel. i may not be able to hold your heart i’m afraid of the outcome of disgust nevertheless you’ll still be a Radiant angel i’ll still be pounding on the doors of self-destruction i’m afraid of the outcome of disgust the Clocks will no longer tick i’ll still be pounding on the doors of self-destruction so i’ll lay it all down upon the cracked rocks the Clocks will no longer tick and for eternity the essence will be vanquished upon the land so i’ll lay it down upon the cracked rocks the thoughts of abandoning my trial the thoughts of abandoning my trial into a speck of dust and oxygen and for eternity the essence will be vanquished upon the land as i Unshape my infinite parabola (it mutates)
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