But this is worth my living soul:
The very light of my being
Has been woken up to implode
And I feel the pinholes and explosions
As my heart suffocates its current state.
I smile and breathe in
The dying inside me is giving me life.
A pair of wings create themselves
From my spine and skin
Ripping apart the layers of the latter
As each one slowly begins to form.
I shed no tears
I feel no pain
I am not afraid of anything.
The hurt has made its exit:
Gone until my soul collapses,
My life itself a bloody wreck.
I have become what dreams have made of me
An infinite so delicate:
A mortal body with an eternal soul.
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