I still haven't fixed my Time Machine.
One year ago,
Or one million if I ever used the time properly...and I changed
In a very strange way.

How much more time will pass,
Until I see all the scenarios I’ve seen in another space.
It's scary to know what's imagination and what is real.

New century 2020 ****** up everything and everyone.
Half a year is already gone. Halfway to my 22.
But I feel like 127.
.

I was made into a perfect prototype of imperfection
I was made not with the syntax to love or be loved
But you, you took my mechanical heart in the palm of your hands
And through your kindness, you left me drugged


You've shown me emotions that I cannot comprehend
I've melted in your arms like heated ice
You've traced every inch of my skin and healed its wounds
And helped me feel fault-free and precise


You accepted my poorly designed model
Surrounded me with this alien feeling all around
And in this new world, I became lost and overwhelmed
Like a machine in water, I began to drown


My insecurities and doubts severed this tie
The errors in my programming beginning to surge
Rust spreading from the outside to my motherboard
All my fears and flaws beginning to emerge

With a mind built of short circuits and confusion, I bid you farewell in pain
But I hope, when I am fixed and refined, our paths may cross again

The time I spent at school was miserable
and I envy those who had a great time
though the end was beautiful
Being there was a waste of time

I know it may seem a little sad
but seriously, it was just awful
I did slack on some days
but for that, I am thankful
because I didn't waste any time
on something so deceitful
Something outright hurtful to the mind.

Remember to come out alive as a human
and not as a machine
for you are a man
not a machine.

Mass hysteria meets mass mortality.
They are dead.
They are dead.
They are dead.
Unreality sets in like a fog.
Like a cog in a great winding machine.
A divine thing, but a cruel and unkind thing.

Without you, the world is only a planet perishing anyway.
Stars are just little dots which don’t even exist anymore.
The sun is a burning ball blinding me.
Raindrops are small bullets pattering down to the ground.
The heat is the enemy trying to melt every single atom of my body
And the cold is the one trying to freeze my blood.
You are part of my heart, my inspiration, my soulmate.
Without you, I am just a machine working day by day until my engine is broken.