Alone on the edge of the threads of fear
Withered leaves on stream both opalescent and incardine
The lonely winds wailing on barren shores
Chrysalis I am
on the webs of confusion
There I was once a babe
Clasped in the hands of the mother
Entwined in fingers that glowed in the moon
Thy evening star in my crimson womb
Yesteryore, days of the dawn mourning
Images of Angel lamentations on a broken mirror
Secrets of lies and virgin deceptions
On closed lips; roaring in like a hurricane
Here I lay, on the bed of perpetual lace
My sins on the pages of the Great Creator
Behold the upheaval thy flame has conquered
Hence end the days of my freedom
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