When you die, how will the world remember you?
The nymph with a heart of glass, one beat too strong she shatters into a million scattered pieces.
The nightcrawler, she is an erratic riot and a scarred creature, casting away all regrets.
The beauty that faded with time, she had nothing to offer with her mind only her mask.
The lone wolf, she always kept a safe distance hiding underneath a shield built from fear.
The phantom. The beast. The phoenix. The corpse. The pixie.
But will you be remembered by your name or your shadow?
I want to light the world on fire and have my name be known for it.
- 2008
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