What you see surrounding me
Plush material
A corpse laden in suede
Eyes closed, chest open
The crowd in attendance in mourning
Dead is the person they once knew
To be sent underground
Never seen again, in the flesh
A tombstone soon donned with flowers
Sentiments to my past life
Tears for the memories
What they won't get back
The old me
There's this new me on the horizon
Same look
Different spirit
Manifesting out of sight
Coming into its own mold
While the ones who don't see
Only can look at the shell
The soul of something new
Someone new
Awaits the world
- TG3
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