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Then I reached out my hand calling you

suffering from future

As if I opened my eyes

like a newborn

breaking into life

running away from time

Running away from time

Caught up in a nonsense

the very absence of purpose

shaped within a form

twisted into adaptation

Vomited as a word made flesh

How many times have I come to this?

The starting point lost in oblivion

Have I even tried to warn me before?

Or am I but the echo of that failure,

Which has come to an end as a last breath?

Running away from time

I’ve lost all light begging to the night

trying to touch what it is

but only in dreams

like a blurred shadow of reality

What would I do with a piece of heaven?

If the stars ignore what it is to wither

To be, and to die

And I

I am bound to death