Unseen

Copycats pass you by,

And leave so much behind.

Darkened to the deepest corners of your mind,

You feel the dawn; but close the blinds.

Are you ready to be alone?

To live without the clones?
How much of you did they own;

Are you ready to be alone?

There's not enough of him to be complete,

As bone and blood puddle at your feet.

Don't fret on his broken defeat;

He never was really seen-