Second Skin


Genetically spliced from within

Cloned creation, born again

Limbs and organs just like mine

Only born without my mind


Abducted and chained

To the attic wall

Sedated and asleep

The spider crawls

Identical replica

Blood to donate

Perfect specimen

Torture awaits’


As my body prepares to die

Ill am I and skin turns gray

Removing the spare parts

From my cloned twin


Dark and silent

He fears the night

Rusty and sharp

Instruments of pain

Skinned and alive

Weeping pathetic flesh

Grinning maniacally

As I don my second skin…