Sitting here, I move, spiritually. Through-out thoughts. No cheers.
Of my own. My body's cole are long due. I am here. And really wrestling.
Is the clock and a hand, noble to miss me. I am. In a place.
In here. This cheery holding my world, of a clone created. In here.
I live. To see and dream. Two fingers, another. Dancer. To see, those colors.
And lines, deservingly so, I owe. The numbers will come. Numbers.
Imprinted on paper and left, deliciously on skin.
I ask and fall. Under the pen of no-where. I treasure.
Nothing. And through, a violent vain. I course. Lifelessly.
I am. Here, tunnels of torture. I am. Here. Another swollen.
Shall welcome, the cheers, and here. I smile and less...
Hers, and new.