She that lay it on the old wooden floor.
To sounds that use to be but our no more.
No life lives here.
No one is no more.
One arm outreach trying to dig down.
The sound is deafening, the sound is no more.
He that lays beneath does not hear that scratching sound.
He is and you are no more.
I am trying to reach out to the bones above the floor.
But she cannot hear me.
This lady is no more.
I am parallel to both.
But I see the dancing clown.
And he can have no more.

For those with kindle spirits May God bless you.
With those fiery spirits.
Don't look at the blemish in front of you.
He wants you to stay there.
Walk on dear child and see the flowers down the road.
There's more to see than what's in front of the clouds.

Sacred scars I once buried.
   Come boiling to the top.
   From the roads I once traveled.

Don't walk to close to me. I don't like feeling alive.

It's comforting knowing that now my body matches my soul
Not quit empty, somewhat full.
The first breathe I took did not match that of my twin.
As she was already gone and I was to live.
I knew from the beginning something was wrong.
I found myself starring off, motionless.
Where I thought something belong.
My mother always said out loud
Theirs something wrong with that girl.
But no need to worry, no need to fear.
That's just how she is.
By the age of seven my mum told me I had a twin.
She informed me I ate all of the food.
For the longest time I thought I killed her.
I felt different I felt weird. I felt alone in this big world.
Wondering what's wrong with me.
But now I have a official diagnose.
And I have to take many pills.
I feel my body turning on me now.
******,  just when I wanted to live.
What's keeps me alive is killing my will.
Someday I will dance again.
But, maybe not here.