Imitation

I despise this incarnation
That I’m stuck inside.
I am a cheap imitation
Of a human mind:
All opinion memorised;
All emotion plagiarised.

The pattern of the tumour grows.
I’m already dead, it’s just nobody knows.
I’m already lost so please give up your search:
You’re wasting your time; you’re making it worse.

I despise this incarnation
That I’m stuck inside.
I am a cheap imitation
Of a human mind:
All opinion fabricated;
All emotion over-rated.

The disease lives in every cell.
I am always ill, even when I’m well.
I am always cold, so please give up on me:
I cannot be comforted; I cannot be appeased.

I despise this incarnation
That I’m stuck inside.
I am a cheap imitation
Of a human mind:
All opinion is synthetic;
All emotion is pathetic.

Bleed me away from inside myself.
All my life I’ve been tied to this shell.
Kill me away so I can be free:
Cutting away until I find ‘me’.
Bleed me away till I come around,
Pick myself up off of the ground.
I’ll dissect myself until I am cured:
Better in pain than forever bored.