Shaky shadow cheap setting,

I buried myself in this faux reality.

I had little to spare

And few strands to sew.

Walls slaked in something sticky,

Motion in the corner,

Buzzing noise above my head,

Dim light clicks on.

His face is familiar.

His body is mine.

Cobalt doppelganger;

My double, we meet.

Trapped inside your verses,

Emotion born of unfeeling ink;

You are my bastard father.

You are my bastard son.