Incipience Emergence In An Unmetamorphosed Beginning
Innocence is a new condition of ignorant,
a metamorphosis of a pretentious act,
hidden beneath the murky, dark soul,
is the absence of horrendous light for it to take.
Where am I lead this too from here,
I wish I can change overnight,
only to see it not coming through,
that ended up unfinished.
I rest like a bat,
in the cold night of moonlighting,
I can't see it merging, but keeps altering,
in an ever metamorphosed beginning!
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