I relate to beautiful creatures, walking to remember,
hereafter I become Queen of the Damned…
Tears fall as I remember waking from the dead,
born into insanity, being orphaned, but having
my twin to keep me sane….
Sometimes the ground seems so hard to walk
on, being so use to floating….
Now people can see me instead of looking
through glass….
Dirt stains my fingerprints, becoming someone else
entirely as I reach out to the sun, fighting my way
back…back to life….
I wonder if this is how Jesus felt, how all sin had
washed away, as we as humans let humanity blotch
our flesh once again, infected….
See, I was born again to find the other half of my
spirit, and have failed…
Mother will once again open, my ashes spread
into her womb, put back together, again
resurrected…..
PoeticDarkness 
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