Forging A Future Self
Please cut this noose, untie these hands for me.
They will insurrect my former self.
Hide behind your failed design.
Perfect its imperfections.
I'll carry out the plans of old.
I'll dig through the remains of my ruins.
I'll dig through the remains.
Unearthing something, truly remarkable,
I'll carry out plans of old.
Digging through the remains of my ruins.
From this day forth, your love will poison no longer.
A strange suffocation, enticing existence.
It's comforting, the artificial life.
A ghostly bliss without your kiss.
Never grasping what you've hoped for.
[Your] Translucent hands pass through the sunlight.
You'll never feel that loving glow.
Damned to be deprived of the blissful warmth of heaven.
As you dissipate into shadows.