I opened my eyes to see,

But darkness greeted me instead

I blinked slowly…once…twice…

Still, stiff, solid like ice

Is this what dying feels like?

My hair felt like yarn on a doll

Tangled, long, misshapen, and dense

There were no scissors nearby

So it hung, as if on standby

It hung, and I felt an odd sense of goodbye

My hands were hard like metal

I balled them tight into fists

Thats when I heard their sound

A screech of rusty pipes in a twist

I never got the choice to exist

and yet I never solved the mystery

of our human existence

The skin on my body poked and pricked

Gone was the strong heart beat of a bass drum

It had been replaced by a lonely hum

I didn’t realize my days were numbered

I didn’t realize I had become numb

…numb…

…numb…

…numb…

When I moved my lips to speak

Air in my lungs gulped up my voice

My words eventually came out weak

Drunk and drowsy from a hungover sleep

The world might be a freak circus

- but I’m the only circus freak

My veins expanded with every pulsation

They stuck out like sore thumbs

Those which of mine were shaking

And ebony black to the bone

That’s when I finally noticed the mirror

And realized I am not my own.

No.

I had been tainted and contaminated

A rose whose thorns wouldn’t let it grow,

A blank canvas missing its Van Gogh,

A burried body in winter’s snow

I had lost what was human long ago.