sometimes I wish that I could waste away,
I want to weep 'til I have nothing left.
I want to burn, and melt, and then decay,
I will vomit the tears of the bereft.
I'll replace my entire body with wire,
anything to purge me of my sadness.
my brain is bent and my heart's a liar,
strip my chemistry to cut out madness.
if I felt nothing maybe I'd feel free,
so I decided now I. Am. Ro. Bot.
I wanted the rain to pour down on me,
but then I would rust, so robot I'm not.
I wanted more, I'm a slave to my heart,
now I want silence- let me fall apart.
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The Road to Paradise
PoetryThis book has a bunch of poems that have bits and pieces of my life in them. I write whatever comes to mind, and it usually makes sense. But everything has a hidden meaning. Of course, some of it is random, but it all comes together (plus I like to...
