Still will!

Sometimes i feel, i am possessed
Or may be goodness is exocised
large canvas wobble white
Millions of people running wide
I? I stare for long hours birds flying
and my mirror-sister's unknown crime
She stares me back powerless
A shriek of fright veils within me.
I carry myself to same places 
caging, annihilation, distortion, choked
What a victory!
I am a walking dead eclipse
I see everything with absolute bland
But with them i merry
Counting on stitches that they gave and will
one, two,...fifteen
still lamenting on their rules, still will!!


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