Eclipsing the stairs
Around corners; everywhere
Waiting for a baited hook
To willingly lose singularity
A sanctity never-ending
A dying saint
Leading sheep to slaughter
This is how it must be
The cycle never ceases
Upon the bed with a broken spring
We lay waiting for redemption
As our bodies become one
As the blinding light develops
Every moment's truth
There is nothing to see
Our faces interchangeable
Props on the burned out stage
This must be our future
A tragedy of diversion
Leading way to the finale
But this is reality
We are not divinity
Only frozen sculptures
No higher purpose leads us
You crash down the stairs
Your thoughts and heart separated
Is this what you longed for
to be buried in the ground?
To leave me here alone?
Author notes
Part 2, introducing our protagonist's turning point within his life.
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