I think **** it, I am a repetition of my last life I ***** a reproduction of what my last lingering inefficient thoughts expelled on last breaths that contaminated me on to my new existence of caporal energy.
**** this existence of what lingered in-between every reproduction of my life, rinse repeat. what's the continued use of what was played out and repeated on a new field of conciseness this time. I am a greyer version of what I was before.
Then I become aware of what lingers beyond the womb a repetition of other moments. I take my existence in my hands and coil the giver of life, suffocating my pain before it lingers on for a life time and stale mate my existence, **** repetition I'm dead by my hand.