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I was searching through eternity

Frantically for completion through creation

Seeking to defy conformity

Though I couldn't face my own indignation



Her fingertips

Touched with blackness

That swallows up my dreams of heaven



I was searching for my resonance

My pennance for accepting deformity

But all I found here was dissonance

Another chance, another eternity



Her fingertips

They burn her too

But she can't get herself to put them out



Hanging here alone

Solicitude

Spinning and singing to myself



I was searching for my unity

But when I found it it wasn't in my self

I fell despite my immunity

My Self was not my Self that I thought it was



She feels my pain

When I miss her

Through my self-imposed exile



Her dreams are gone

So she'll take mine

And put them in her little shiny box



I was searching through her entity

And in her I found what I had searched for

But I only found a reflection of me

Rejection of perfection, and then I searched for more



I'm sorry

But I can't stop

We've fallen too far down to feel ourselves



I feel your pain

In your fingertips

Swallowing my dreams of levity