Monday, March 12, 2012


Stomp across the cracks
Of broken, unsteady ground.
Do you think of nothing,
Care of nothing?
Bring the world down
With careless steps.
Crashing into my silence.
Loudness so unlike me.
Yet you've stolen everything.
Is nothing mine in this hour,
Identity included?
Twin, you can have it all.
But your sorry, conventional,
Borrowed mind,
Will Never be mine.
If you want it, you can have it all-
Wasted loneliness, hungriness.
I'll wrap it all in red paper,
Hand it to you with a double smile.
I have something you can never steal.
Something you don't have, can never have.
If you want it, take it all.

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