Chapter 1 - No title for this one

I am the digital snow
I am the pollution
Through the river I flow
My heart will glow with the radioactivity of myself
I am the slime
I crawl the earth
I am the lime
I sit on the edge of your drink
Pour your drink down the sink
I won't scream, I won't blink
Because I am the lime and I don't need to think
I am the student who skips school
I am the teacher who makes the rules
I am the wolf that stalks its pray that is my ideas
I am the chatter that rules the halls
I am the building that never falls
I am the thing that lies in the field
I am a fighter who lost her shield
I am the dark
I am the light
I am blind
I have no sight
And yet I can see
What's wrong with me? Will I be all right?
I am the crow that circles your head
I am the monster under your bed
I am the black and white spiral worm
I am rock, hard and firm
I am the soul that has been lost
I have paid the ultimate cost
I am the madness that swims in your brain
Making you crazy and causing you pain
I'm not always the thing that you think I am
I lurk in the back of your mind
I am the dragon who goes to his graveyard to save the hearts of the others
from thieves
I am the mechanical angel
There are a lot of things that I am
And things that I'm not
Things that I know
And things I forgot
Some of these things are a disgrace
But here I am filling up space
And boring you out of your sleep
I am the last tree on the hill
I am the dangerous life-taking pill
Take me with a glass of water and don't spill
Cause this pill can kill
Or make you ill, you know the drill
So follow the side of the box
I am the ghost
I am the rat
I am the host
I am the cat
But now I'm just rhyming words
See, look at that! I've done it again
I'm drowning in my own spine
I am the human
I am the demon
I am the girl who rides on the feather
I am the rain; I am the weather
I am the snake who crawls up our leg with a devilish grin
I am sin
Love me; fear me, for I am power
I am weak
I am the hour that slips through the glass
I am the minute, humble and meek
I am the girl who died in the river
Painting paintings with blood and liver
With my brush made of wood and scales
And a sliver of bone to make you quiver and cry
I am dry
I will try
I will lie
I sway from the old rotted roof
Of the house that never existed
I even have proof. So you thought that you missed it
Inside this photograph taken with a disposable camera
Its black and white with a little bit of blue
I saw right through
I am the stew
I have been eaten by the shrew, so now I am that
That's how I travel, just watch me fly
I am the sky
And when I cry it rains a rain of pain
I am the vampire that has been slain
Now I am the plane. I'm a plain colored plane, I roam my terrain
Until someone else takes it over.
I'm not lonely
I need to discover
I an the manuscript
I am the mother
I am like the kite, lifting in flight, I sore into the night
And then I fall
My voice will call out to the darkness that lives in the corner of my heart
that hides myself from the rest of the world
But I will soon take over
Because I am the river I drowned in
The blood and the liver washes from the dirty hands of the sliver
And I am the girl who mourns the loss of her paintings
I am all these things and I am more
But now my hands are getting sore
So put me away on a dusty shelf
But be careful, don't break me, this is myself
I am weak yet I am strong
But this poem is far to long
I am the blood beading up on your lips
You wipe me away with your fingertips
Now I am you staring down at me in my hands with eyes wide like dinner
plates
I scream
Cause there I am like some red cherry flavored disease
Oh, what a scene
I sponge the blood that is me off with a napkin
And fling me into a fifthly garbage can
Then I drop the match, I burn
And now I am the flame

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