We lose ourselves in our transformation
Our desires, our senses, the sorrows no longer the same,
fragments of self lay numb in memories forgotten,
The fickle self
And a thousand deaths it survives
-a thousand reincarnations to entities bizarre:
ruinous, indifferent, cruel and bleeding
Till we crumble,
and begin to wonder who we are.
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