I shall soon become a shadow,
One being based off another,
A false being, an imposter brother.
Constant mediocrity rings,
Held in a family of lies,
Melded with the brown of my fading eyes.
My precious veins muddle and clump,
My skin rots to black and dangles,
My bone protrudes out at an odd angle.
I think, that I know what I am,
I’m neither the lion or lamb,
I’m something more simple, I am the damned.