Scripted Conspiricy

Sculpted bones inside my body.
Wreathed in flesh I look
like you.
A pawn of pagan gods.
Fortune, Luck, X and
Y.
You pulled me from nothing.
And from earth to
stars have woven
A picture, design a script for my
life.
But I have made a creation.
Deep inside beyond
the blood.
A soul lurks.
Crafted in a world written
and controlled.
I am my own God as wrought
from
Passion I made myself live.
You made me
breath.
But I don't want your air.
I'll bend my will
to break my cycle.
I scratch my eyes and claw my
flesh.
But I can't stop it and soon.
I'm
going
Going
Gone.