I'm acutely aware of the fact that there's nothing left for "women" like me
Things that just wear the rotting flesh of others have nothing and deserve nothing
I'm acutely aware of the fact that I'm nothing more than an amalgamation of everything something like I would need to seem real
I'm nothing more then patchworks of flesh and thoughts... none are mine
I'm acutely aware none are mine... none can be mine
I try to speak but someone else's jaw dislocates before stolen words can spill from the mouth I insist is mine
I'm acutely aware No God will allow something like me to speak using someone else's mouth and another's words
The lies I stole from another won't cover up what I am nothing will
I'm acutely aware that I'm not but I am
There's No God who'll listen to things like me spew words that aren't mine with a tongue I stole
I'm acutely aware there's no heaven for "women" like me
