Anon

Another tear to add to the skin
Number Six, and it begins again
Lost in the rush of the bursting flesh
Spinning the room in circles
Creating a mess.
The life of color and in sin
There's no need
But I will start again.

Oh, Number Six
I won't be cut short.
Take my Hide and cover it well
With the life and safety-
You supplied throughout...

No, It's starting again.
My Six, Seven, Eight, and on.
Killing my Hide,
Stealing safety and life.

Number Six,
Cutting me short again.