Before the sun rises,

my mind is alive, and

trying to break me from

the silence my thoughts have devised.

 

"Is it really worth it?

am I a worthless person?"

I know it's just a glitch within my circuits,

but the surplus of their sternnes has me wordless.

 

It's a writ of habeas corpus,

and I'll build up a fortress, within the forest

it'll be my rigor of mortis

to defeat these evil forces.

 

I ponder if I'm a goner,

but I know that I am stronger

than these somber monsters

with which I will conquer.

 

I'm a survivor,

not something to strive for,

not necessarily an eyesore, 

but something you can't ignore.

 

Behind what I use to see,

is something of infinite possilbility. 

Representing astonishing divinity,

-Duplicitously    Me.