The Becoming

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nosferatuuUnraveling every part,
Unwinding and undone.
Counting time
On the slowing of a heartbeat;
Where forever
Is found between the rhythm.

Lifetimes replayed
In a moment,
In a twinkling,
Both fleeting and unending.
Memories obscured in haze
Only half remembered.

I am losing myself.
In exchange for my soul
I was promised the world,
But now I have neither.
Only hunger
Under an endless night sky;
Where lines blur
Between me and beast.

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About St Basil Z Fish

Curator of the strange and incredibly awkward. A rambling writer with the misguided notion he has something to say. His only redeeming qualities are his wife and children.
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