I am nothing without someone who can make me into something.
Valuables aren't valuable unless the owner grants it value,
And so
I am worth nothing,
Because my owners have deemed it so.
They own my heart,
My soul,
My allegiance,
But they throw it around like it's disposable.
And so,
It is.
My disposable soul will gladly destroy itself for their whims,
Because they own me,
And they give me value.
Nov 17, 2010
Nov 17, 2010 at 11:40 AM UTC
I am nothing without someone who can make me into something.
Valuables aren't valuable unless the owner grants it value,
And so
I am worth nothing,
Because my owners have deemed it so.
They own my heart,
My soul,
My allegiance,
But they throw it around like it's disposable.
And so,
It is.
My disposable soul will gladly destroy itself for their whims,
Because they own me,
And they give me value.