Clone

echoes of a whisper
clinging, clawing
you have no substance
without me....
i give drama meaning
your drama weaving
you're not real
so why should I?
see me float
below the horizon
needling
twatting
I am your worst
admirer
you shine before me
your shadow
shriveling
I climb to the top
upon your
mirrored skull soaring
admonish me
sacrifice to me
dishonor me
I am
your candle's
drippy waxings
bow down to me
in trauma
bow down
in laughter
bow low
behind me
with tattooed wings
a watching
whilst I
stomp off after
another carbon
etching