Half-Moon

Raking by first bell Emptied of my self Old clones sleeping in piles Praising the hillish hell Skin shed in a dead room Half-light under half-moon I'm here, but I'm see-through If only you could see me now Watching as the day swoons Half-blind from the half-truth Oscillating between two On earth but off the ground Nowhere to be found The breath is ahead of me Baby buds gone before the dream My arms are spread, I am begging for morning My family bleeds, won't you take their pain away? Maker, you anger me Come and go as you please Just know that I'm not your child I have my mother's genes