all the variations of myself
they live beside me and within
they yearn for breath
they yearn for touch
phantom desires, phantom dreams
all these writhing ghosts i made
through a life unfulfilled
i gave them each a crafted star
fashioned from my broken heart
now i suffer with a plethora of spectral winds
this one blow this way
and that one blows that way
i don't know wich way to go
my imagination burst through my body
and forcibly prevails upon the world
this one wants to be a dancer
this one wants to be a girl
this one wants to be an addict
but i just want to be loved
one thousand and one sepulchre's
each containing a piece of myself
sustains these twisted variants
that i myself have made
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 12:26 PM UTC
all the variations of myself
they live beside me and within
they yearn for breath
they yearn for touch
phantom desires, phantom dreams
all these writhing ghosts i made
through a life unfulfilled
i gave them each a crafted star
fashioned from my broken heart
now i suffer with a plethora of spectral winds
this one blow this way
and that one blows that way
i don't know wich way to go
my imagination burst through my body
and forcibly prevails upon the world
this one wants to be a dancer
this one wants to be a girl
this one wants to be an addict
but i just want to be loved
one thousand and one sepulchre's
each containing a piece of myself
sustains these twisted variants
that i myself have made
sometimes i try to fulfill wishes that are not even my own...
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