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even in Arcadia

becoming a hero has an expiration date

KIMERA

DEATH1/2016

You pulled from me

My existence on a fragile edge
A shell scooped of it’s meat

You pulled from me -
Hovering above me, my Eves took shape

A noble idea was my Eve
Love poured into a bottomless jar endlessly
The shells could not be filled

A revolutionary desire was my Eve
Lost in the blinding light when I recoiled
That personality of mine evaporated

An abandonment and failure to a friend was my Eve
Thinning the walls to a breaching point
The emptiness inside can now be seen

“Hollow things seek to fill themselves”

Pulling from you
I’m trying to avoid my reflection
The same tale of chasing a detached shadow

I’ve become nothing but what was pulled from me
The whole(world) forgotten for the lost parts(for the lost paradise)

My existence on a fragile edge
A shell scooped of it’s meat

Hovering next to me, my endingsevenings took shape.


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