The little one I used to be,
Abandoned and replaced by,
a ghost in purgatory, a shadow crawling along decaying masonry in the dire dusk
I’ve been in this world long enough,
a refusal of existence comprised of sorrow with beauty hinted at but never possessed
The circus calls out to me and revelations of younger years ferment in the circuitry
Impossible to leave in this condition,
I’m still too thirsty, too weary, too broken
Numb to others until I become Aurora, glistening and carefree,
then the final act to beckon me into the abyss,
Exciting and disorienting,
The grim reaper stamps my ticket behind cold […]