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Friday, April 22, 2005


  *sigh* the days go by so fast..i wish they would slow down just a tad..everything is going swimmingly..its kinda scary to see so much great things happen when im used to hurt..but deep down my mind is still mending scars of my dear beloved friends..
next week i will be gone im headed to the northern part of CA for some fun with friends..its gunna be great or so i think..i hope.. i wrote this poem yesterday...tell me whatcha thinks of it..

robotic-ly yours

genetically inhanced to improve this trance
with my eyes transfixed upon yours

you said i need to be fixed
with a pseudo smile
but i knew all the while
my parts would be matched and mixed

attached to wires, unable to leave
i hang in shame, as i am drained
of blood...then pain..and now..nothing remains
but an empty messanger, what good can this achieve?

i wake up to find a different mind
placed inside my head, instead of mine
i feel strange..not the same..
the feeling of change but in vain

and now i feel sick from the gears that tick
purged sight i see now in black and white
oil flows within..i feel no longer blood red
and from pools of steel, tears i cannot shed.

why did i do this...the scar to large to mend?
can you comprehend?
all i wanted was a friend...
but instead i'm used...over and over again...


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