I am
Nothing
More
Than
The accumulation
Of
The past
Forced
Into
Another
Layer
Of God
Forsaken
Reality
Forced
To play
Out
Another
Set
Of motions
That
Have
Already
Been
Laid out
Before me
I am
Not
Original
Even
At an
Elementary
Level
Every thought
I shall
Conceive
Has been
Taken
Maybe
I have
Just been
Abandoned
Here
To repent
For
Sins
That have
All been
Done
Before
My own
For what
Is worse
Than
A long
And
Miserable
Death
Just
Like
Life
For
I shall
Be
Eternally
Unique
Yet
Unarguably
Plagiarizing
With every
Breath
My words
Just
Rearranged
So
As to
Not sound
So obvious
For these
Emotions
Have
Already
Been
Felt
Who cares
If
It is
My
First
My genes
Have
Felt
Such
A pain
Before
And
Before
And
Before
The
Slight
Anomaly
Solely
There
To mix
Up
This
Boring
Life
I shall
Lead
It has
Already
Been
Written
On
My bones
That shall
Eventually
Shatter
Into
The earth
On
My breaths
That dissipate
Into
The
Cold
Night
To be
Inhaled
By another
On
My very
Basis
Of living
For all
Those
I call
Friends
Shall
Appear
And
Disappear
As they
Have
For all
Those
Before
Me
This universe
Is
Just
The
Rewritten
Stories
Overlapping
Over
And
Over
Again
Till
We
All
Fade
Into
Nothing
Every
Word losing
Their
Meaning
As no
One
Is left
To care
To breath
Life
Into
Them
Leaving
Yet
Another
Set
Of instructions
For
The
Next
Miracle
For what
Even
Is a
Miracle
Other
Than
An event
We
Have
So far
Forgotten
That it
No longer
Seems
Repeated
Maybe
We wish
To
Forget
So that
The next
Doesn’t
Seem
Too
Insignificant
Who would
Want
To see
Life
As
Another
Inevitable?
How else
Could
We ever
Find meaning
In the
Mundane?
What would
Be the
Reason
To ever
Cherish
This
Punishment?
I find
Every
Action
A mirror
Of all
Those
Around
Me
Yet
I still
Drown
In a
Sort of
Emptiness
Perhaps
I should
Curse
The notion
Of
Individuality
We each
Live
The same
Lives
The same
Stories
The same
Tragedies
Yet we
Divide
Ourselves
By imaginary
Lines
So as
To grip
Onto
The notion
Of being
The first
Maybe
Just maybe
Our
Begging
Shall
Be
Answered
By the
Being
Made
Of
Human
Beliefs
And
Human
Desires
All
To run
From our
Human-made
Fear of
Death
Yet do
We ever
Truly
Die
When
We are
Made
To pass
On this
Curse
Of living
To others
To impart
That
Dying
Breath
That shall
Become
Another’s
First
