The city is an open grave
Where the many lives I’ve shed
Arise in the night

My former selves are but mindless vessels
Slithering, from shadow to shadow
Unsheathing, the nightmarish past

The harder, I claw for the surface
The more I am cherished
By the coils of memory

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