You're just an old abandoned movie theatre

repeating forgotten silent films

that nobody ever watched

in the first place,

back when they made em'

&

I am a painter without a paint brush,

Spit blood on canvas to remind us- 

We were bigger than sinking ships once

Please be kind- someone rewind us!


You're a fraction of what you were

and I'm subtracting all of my lovers

Until we're all that is left and sure-

There's no more ghosts under our covers

(in between the sheets.)

An old song close to me heart :)

Have you seen my old self?

I think I must have lost her

I wonder if I cost her

Her life?

Have you seen my second self?

She seems to grow younger

More delicate then ever

But never better

I am recycled cells

I learn to like myself

More with each iteration

Where is my restore point?

I found an old sore point

All disjointed

My file corrupted

Where is my replacement part?

I need another new heart

The other ones beat was

Interrupted

I am recycled cells

I learn to like myself

More with each iteration

I’m an experiment

Each trial is a test

Constant re-calibration

Where is your yellow road?

based on the wonderful wizard of Oz.

Ink pen