Resurrected

Ethereal eternity...it begins to foreshadow my shallow vanity. And the holidays respond to this restless year, as to remind me my daily resurrections happen just the same.

Until successfully my summons reaches and my ghosts have been revived, enveloping to me my family so familiar. And no longer am I alone since I‘ve fallen.

I choose the streets for my bed, chosen to be among the angels‘ sanctity where they‘ve made their haven for those without else. And when asked my name I respond that mine is nameless. Their yearning only for what I have, my countless souls given me.

Becoming a sateen conundrum to those witnesses, occupying an enduring attraction.