(I’m so incredibly alone
I might as well not exist at all)
my transmitters are malfunctioning or they’re
fine, and its the source
which is broken
what is happiness?
A sensation unfamiliar to my blandly textured existence
if only I could be once again
needed
My Terminal Countenance
scares away not only predators,
but friends of the same form
where lies the line which separates the two?
If it is even real
it escapes my clouded vision
(obstructed by the gleams it so desires,
it averts the illustrious sun)
Feb 6, 2012
Feb 6, 2012 at 10:58 PM UTC
(I’m so incredibly alone
I might as well not exist at all)
my transmitters are malfunctioning or they’re
fine, and its the source
which is broken
what is happiness?
A sensation unfamiliar to my blandly textured existence
if only I could be once again
needed
My Terminal Countenance
scares away not only predators,
but friends of the same form
where lies the line which separates the two?
If it is even real
it escapes my clouded vision
(obstructed by the gleams it so desires,
it averts the illustrious sun)
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