January 11, 2011
My armor is deteriorating,
My thoughts are contending with my common sense,
One glance and I'm in a state of robotics,
Every part of my body is fighting to keep moving but I can't,
I know this is wrong,
I can run from this situation,
But I can't hide from the resolution,
Like pressing delete,
Or canceling a text,
But you can't recycle a human being,

An endless cycle,
A hopeless tragedy,
Should I keep turning on the power,
Or keep fetching the stick of imprisonment,

Only I can decide.

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