My mind is mine,
at least I think it is,
but my body honestly,
I’m not so sure,
see I left home,
a runaway,
and most of my past,
is totally blurred,
sometimes I look at my hands,
and think they’re not mine,
sometimes I see my parents,
and think they’re not mine,
and I feel trapped in here,
like a Ghost in a shell,
and the only way I know to get these messages to you,
is through these letters I spell,
like a message in a bottle,
sent by First Class Mail,
letters messages bottles,
it’s all adding up as far as I can tell,
and I’d explain it all,
but I don’t want to get too specific,
it’s not that I’m scared I’m just not sure,
which side I’m on and to which alliance I’ve enlisted,
so I continue to just write in code,
to spell sentences with these letters,
ABC’s are my 1’s and 0’s,
because I program Emotionalist,
and that’s Emotionalist,
not Emotionless,
there’s a difference,
please make a note of it,
note,
letters,
here we go again,
for worse or for better,
they made me a weapon,
but not the kind that kills,
they taught me how to destroy,
by teaching me how to build,
see whenever I feel anxious,
and people tell me to chill,
I tell my self to behave,
because it’s just the Ghost in my shell,
see my mind is mine,
at least I think it is,
but my body honestly,
I’m not so sure…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
