Am i still me?

Am i still me?
make me a believer
cut me up and throw me to the stars
drown me in a wishing well and leave me to the flies
lay across my broad chest and cut me with your nails for coffins
thirsty for a dreamer…
meet me with eyes the same
black lace never bought with cold dirt on top
dancing on white pills through digital code
recycle the used plastic and throw me in
bleeding product just to take a step back
creating monsters, welding tears in place
strangled with torment and disease they call past
losing no matter what side of the filthy coin it lands on
opinions no longer my own
fleeting resistance built on failure and skin
the stitches holding everything together
unravel.