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I am but a collection of parts To be assembled or disassembled Per my makers' activation. An oily doll-like machine Tightly wrapped with Remaining layers of canvas Stretched too far Made too thin Passively cornered and controlled An animated object Waiting for its next order. Breath in...... ...Breath out...... ......Please forget..... Valves open and close without purpose Packed into an unorganized network of cogs and gears Dusted with a putrid rust Covered in slime and mucous. A trail of blood and sewage left In my wake. The only mark of an existence Slowly fading from relevance Like a stone cast into the ocean's depths. Time suffocates With nice words and empty promises Bidding me to winch my memories Into nothing. What does this mean? ...Can't remember......... ......Why can't i remember? I lie now In my mechanical grave With Stitched eyes With Stitched lips And no sunlight. My sensors will relent Even while they beg As my battery slowly dies. Maybe then...... I can finally sleep without reliving The legacy left By my makers' hands.
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Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 10:29 PM UTC
A collection of parts
I am but a collection of parts To be assembled or disassembled Per my makers' activation. An oily doll-like machine Tightly wrapped with Remaining layers of canvas Stretched too far Made too thin Passively cornered and controlled An animated object Waiting for its next order. Breath in...... ...Breath out...... ......Please forget..... Valves open and close without purpose Packed into an unorganized network of cogs and gears Dusted with a putrid rust Covered in slime and mucous. A trail of blood and sewage left In my wake. The only mark of an existence Slowly fading from relevance Like a stone cast into the ocean's depths. Time suffocates With nice words and empty promises Bidding me to winch my memories Into nothing. What does this mean? ...Can't remember......... ......Why can't i remember? I lie now In my mechanical grave With Stitched eyes With Stitched lips And no sunlight. My sensors will relent Even while they beg As my battery slowly dies. Maybe then...... I can finally sleep without reliving The legacy left By my makers' hands.
#csa#hurt#depression#memory#feelings#mentalillness#fear#emotions#past#change
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Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 10:29 PM UTC
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