Simulacrum, You Better Be Dying, The Dark Matter, and Black Face

Simulacrum

I know who you are

Your words and thoughts are not new

You are a copy, copied

You Better Be Dying

Do your lungs still work?

Good, help yourself. When you die

Then you can call me

The Dark Matter

I know you hate it

Because it can’t be explained

But you know it’s there

Light can’t penetrate

Nor illuminate its shape

It can’t be quantified or measured

But you feel it in your heart

This dark energy amassing

It’s deluge swallowing all you believed and could have felt

Affecting all of your thoughts and how you act

Some think you’re insane

Others know you are

The rest disregard you

As they do this force that has no true definition

All you know is that you feel it

And that it has taken over you

Black Face

No offense taken

Tan, coffee brown to shadow black
I love my skin too