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My better self was always born tomorrow
Though the wings of failed seraphs i would borrow
As nights became obsessed with introspection
The days a contravention of reflection
Within the id a stranger did i form
A lily on the waters of a storm
I always searched the mountain for the chasm
The catalepsy caught within the spasm
I can feel no more as this empty shell
I can feel no more as this empty shell
Delusions in the grandeur of the dawn
My better self , in essence, was stillborn
