Vacant Gold Eyes

And tears fell.

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Learning we were all, that we were always the same. To think the powers we grasped, the worlds we molded... We are all crafted of the same beauty.

Feel what I feel.
Dream what I dream.
Know what I know.

Things will change. But still I wonder. Wander. And drown.

I'll explain.

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It began with desire, stone, and death.

Not knowing and taking everything. The light. So brilliant, so bright, so vast. Blinding. Hiding...

Darkness.
Loathe.
Will.
Slavery.
Sixteen.
Cradle.
Cycles.

It burns. And so do I.

Flourish. Our blood runs deep. Yet, you can't see what I see, Brother and Sister. The space between, the very air itself grows wider.

Dusk and dawn hear me. They know me. But... they know you even more so.

No matter.

Things will change though I never will.