I slowly bleed into myself

I slowly wither into an empty vessel

I slowly break, shatter and leave

I am a phantom of unspoken emotion

I am the minute before that grand explosion

I am that silent moment

Between the dawn of awakening 

And the dusk of eternal slumber

My pieces are the dust of stars

They are the talk of legend

They are the fragment of wishes

The scrambled departed dreams

I am a ghost of myself

A decaying part of an original

Broken, shattered and gone

I had dreams of being 

I had dreams of becoming

I had dreams of everything 

They were the melodies 

The strings of my songful spirit

They were blots of light

In an ever dark enclosure 

They have become 

Nothing but a part of a forgotten memory

Stabbed by my decaying self and broken wishes

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