there are times when I wonder if I’m really an actual person

separate from the amorphous mass of **** sapiens

every single cell in my body has been replaced already

so nothing is truly the same


and deep down all we want is survival

and I fear nonexistence more than death itself

C.     Escape.      my.     rage .         C
A.             its                                     A
N.                  breaking                   G
'T.    .  Out.         of.        this           E


The
animal
within
is
ready
to
win

My verses are a part of the tear drops that I weep,

In the form of Ink, "my pains"; they bleed poetry soo deep..