You're a robot, mechanical heart and
mechanical brain and mechanical soul. Nothing
about you is alive. You live to destroy
me and turn my heart to rust.
My veins crumble under the pileup of
what you say I must be and I can't
understand my own thoughts
anymore.
What do you think I am?
What you say is what I must be.
What else am I living for?
Mar 30, 2011
Mar 30, 2011 at 4:03 PM UTC
You're a robot, mechanical heart and
mechanical brain and mechanical soul. Nothing
about you is alive. You live to destroy
me and turn my heart to rust.
My veins crumble under the pileup of
what you say I must be and I can't
understand my own thoughts
anymore.
What do you think I am?
What you say is what I must be.
What else am I living for?
I would very much appreciate any critiques on this. I want to get better at writing poetry.
