A pile of metal waste

September 4, 2011
You are nothing but exterior walls,
A brain trapped doing the same mechanical movements,
soulless,
and blind,
Your shell no longer serves purpose in my eyes,
You are a robot,
Living only to eat, drink and piss,
A waste of space,
A waste of mind,
Your brain turns to mush in front of a television,
It was once such a dark pretty thing,
Morbid but at least it lived,
At least it wasn’t just this chemical wasteland of nothingness,
You are empty,
You no longer see images of white stained with red,
You enjoy easily achieved pleasures now,
No more chasing water nymphs across the sea,
Mortality has finally made its mark upon your chest,
You are dead now,
You are no more,
and
You are not coming back this time.





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