Recreated

Seeing you in my sleep,

Watching you stare, move and creep.

The smell of burning flesh, the sound of bone,

Reminds me I can never be alone.

Chains that grip and slice my flesh,

It’s been so long, yet the memories are fresh,

Your greedy eyes watching me die,

The touch of your skin is how I know I’m alive.

You take my body as something you own,

Like some doll, your lovers’ clone.

You watch it, change it, see it tear

A picture perfect image that will never compare.