I find myself lost in a hail of comatose constellations desperately trying to find refuge in my hollowed out eye sockets.
But as always the fear of change coerces me to rip and tear at my luminescent expression.
Why am I compelled to stay stagnant in this swamp of flesh eatting misery?
Rejoice, rejoice this gift of dispossession!
Star struck eyes immune to this sombre worlds fraudulence and forked tongue lies.
Simply embrace this act of benevolence from the parting skies.
So... I tear my eyelids open and let the galaxy pour itself seductively into every famished orifice...
Take me over & I solemnly swear to never look back again....
Complete metamorphosis. Basking in the sorcerous.
I AM FINALLY ME.