Through the skies of lust
I reach the speed of pain...
Though how high you may be
The crack inside your heart is me;
A wind of whispers
Metamorphosises your essence;
So ephemere your soul becomes
That you die slowly...
Behind your sphere of glass
A shivering butterfly
Becomes your mortal enemy.
You are alone with the eternal ashes...
And that is how you shall remain.
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